| Tuesday, March 29, 2005 |
| Four Wheels Trump Two Wheels Every Time |
Warm weather and high gas prices are guaranteed to bring two things: State Highway Patrol troopers and motorcycles. On my way home to pick up Lauren, I was cut off by a leather-clad, doo rag with skull and crossbones wearin' Harley Davidson motorcycle. I'm not talking about a 5 foot cut off, I'm talking any closer and it's brain chunks on the highway. Umm sorry, hope you weren't eating when you read that. It was just so ridiculous. I actually started laughing. Here's a guy riding around without a steel exoskeleton or a helmet for that matter and he thinks he'll road rage and cut me off. It amazes me that this guy was bright enough to even pass his driving exam. Idiots. Next time, give me the finger and be on your merry way.
This incident reminded me of something that happened last summer. Rancito was driving his truck and we were exiting off of one interstate onto another using one of those cloverleaf off ramps. There was a motorcycle gang of middle age men and their leather fringe wearing wives exiting ahead of us. Just as the last four bikes started around the curve, one of them hit an oil slick and smacked the pavement. All of his buddies behind him went down too in order to keep from hitting him. Everybody was okay and we stopped in time, but the whole gang was a little shaken. We could've creamed 'em all. Ugh, scary.
Sorry if I've disgusted/bummed/bored anyone. For those of you who require Lauren pictures, here's one of the little nipper sleeping peacefully during Easter service. She looks sort of like a fairy. My sweet angel.
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| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 3/29/2005 |
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