Yesterday, riding home from work, I turned left at an intersection, and there was some asshat in a white truck backing out of a small parking lot, and then STOPPED in the middle of the road, perpendicular to traffic, and then took off in the WRONG direction and zipped up a side-street. I cranked on the brakes, dropped my left foot to the ground, and as the bike was skidding and sliding like it was a motocross track, I smelled my tires burning.
Holy sh*t!!!
I didn't lay the bike down, though. As he zipped off, I flipped him off and screamed, "ASSH*LE!!!"
I pulled up to the next intersection, and a woman who had been behind me and had seen the whole thing, caught my eye. She shook her head, and I knew she was shaking her head at the asshat, and not at me. I smiled and waved, and she smiled and waved back. The light changed and I took off, feeling much better...
While I was sliding, I was very aware that I had my sleeves rolled up, and the only protective gear I was wearing was a helmet and sunglasses. This morning, I wore my leather jacket, leather chaps, helmet, sunglasses, and armored leather gauntlet gloves. Yes, it was hot and uncomfortable. I don't care. I'd rather be a little uncomfortable than dead or injured.
Be careful out there, folks. There are some thoroughly oblivious buttholes on the road.
