So on Saturday I’m sitting in my X5 at a light and I see this ‘yota coming up on me hauling a$$. He does a last minute stop and just falls short of hitting me after he nose dives. For two seconds I am relieved. Then Thump! He hits me. Luckily just my hitch. I gave him the usual “What the F*ck?” He says, “Sorry, my foot slipped”. I was steamed, but I let it go after an hour or so.
Yesterday on lunch I stop at a gas station and get a soda. I get in my truck and some jackarse rides up on his bicycle.He decides to carry it up close to the building, but he has to have the front tire pointing toward the door so he looks cool. He picks the bike up, spins it around and hits my truck. I give him the polite “What the F*ck?”. He displays his rotted out mouth as he smiles and laughs. Again, steamed but I let it go after a few hours.
Today on lunch I am relaxing at a restaurant eating sushi outside next to my X5. I see the truck jolt. I look at the front and see a bich in an accord trying to parallel park, and not succeeding. I walk up to see the damage to my ride. We make eye contact through her rearview mirror I gave her my usual “What the F*ck?” and she speeds off. It is only a scuff, but I am so pi$$ed right now!!!! I just need to kill someone.
I usually ride my ZX-10R except when I have to dress for a mtg. I'm glad I haven't crossed paths with any of these people when I've been on the bike.
Thanks for letting me vent.