Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Not so family friendly post
It's a good thing most cyclists don't carry guns. Or maybe we oughta. I tell you what, if one more pickup-driving self-important asshole tries to brush me off the road with his goddamn oversize extendo mirrors, I am going to switch my more than adequate brainpower allocation from steadfastly maintaining a good attitude to a path of retribution.
I mean, what is it? Is the air so thin in those oversize and elevated cabs that these muckheads honestly believe they're some kind of badassess instead of (and to borrow a line from "Shoot 'em up") pussies with trucks?
What's it supposed to mean when they slam the accelerator to the floor as they pass? "I'd run you over if I really had ballz?" Am I supposed to be impressed? Intimidated? Or what? Like a 1500 is any kind of truck anyway. Buddy, if you *need* a truck, you *need* at least a 3/4 ton. Poseur.
Perhaps I'll just start taking the whole lane, as is my right. Should you render me dead right, may my lawyer sis visit all her frustrations on your estate and may pidgins perch atop the headstones of you and yours for all eternity. Heck, I'm not gonna wait. I wish you the pidgins now.