old fart on some POS no name buddy looking f’in thing goes 32 mph all the way up cherry creek, and i mean ALL THE WAY up cherry creek, so i pass him at my usual speed, which is the speed limit, 40 on this road, to get to colorado blvd. when i get there it’s red so he rolls up behind me. then he decides that the oncoming traffic has slowed enough that he’s just going to roll right out in front of a truck (because i must be going, right?) and proceeds to run into me.
%$#@%$#@$#@$#@$#@$^^%#!
because my rear mudguard is oh-so strong already with its three repairs and its tenuous multilayers of freaking GLUE, right?
anyway, i see him coming and holler, HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY HEY! and this guy, instead of using his brakes, tries to f’ing stop himself with his feet. right? trying to pull a flintstone, right? like it’s a pedal bike. oh my god. so i’m yelling HEY and he’s shuffling his feet ineffectually at the ground and then he’s like, “gee, i thought you were going. HYUK.”
yeah, HURP DURP. i’m all “No! did you LOOK? you need to LOOK, guy.” seriously? you thought. you thought? you assumed because you weren’t looking.you do that to a car, you’re going to hurt yourself, you do that to a hell’s angel, he’s going to pound you into the ground, tard. I might pound your ass into the ground!
shitty scooter riders piss me off more than shitty cage drivers. i expect car drivers to be careless and stupid. that’s how i stay alive. this guy is a danger to himself and others because he is entitled enough or clueless enough — a lot of the time it amounts to the same thing– to think everyone is going to watch out for HIM on the road. seriously? seriously? i’m not sure whether to expend my frustration on advocation of license testing every year for people over 65 or requiring everyone operating a PTW vehicle to take a FSCKING SAFETY RIDING CLASS.
hurp. then again, i saw a car with an ABATE sticker on it the other day and that car was a shit driver too. wtf, i give up.
pnut galry