Me and the wife was driving down a busy street, Lloyd Expressway for the guys that know Evansville, IN. We came up to a cross street, Van Ave. I think, and there is a dude was sitting there on a Harley. Light was green for him to go, but he's just sitting there. The two vehicles sitting behind him went around him when the traffic cleared, so I'm thinking he's broke down. I pulled up behind him turned on the four ways, and he starts waving me to go around him. So I pulled up beside him and ask if he's OK, now this is the kicker. He said yeah I'm OK, I'm just waiting on some friends they are behind me a little way down the road. This is a six lane EXPRESSWAY, you run the speed limit and you get your a** run over, and he's sitting in the middle lane like there is no one else in the world on the road. Where do some of these people come from? And how do they live this long? He was by no means a youg guy either.


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