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Criticism is something we can avoid easily by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing

Elbert Hubbard

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Good Ride Gone Bad

Here is the good part of the ride first...

Calm before the storm.
Very placid lake is a sure sign that it's going to be a doosie.

Spring is trying spring.

In coming clouds were ladened with moisture.

This could be a prime road ride, right DS?

Or maybe this one will suit you better?

Chili, this is for you. 13% max averaging around 8%

Those black dots in the trees are Turkey Vultures as big as a midget.

The other lake is just as placid. Yikes!

So you might be wondering why this ride was going so good what happened to make it go wrong?
Well grab a drink a follow a crusty rambling.

As I entered the great suburban of Less Scummit some really nice punk ass skate kids in momma's Buick Regal decides to do a little 'brush'. At the same time they were yelling words of encouragement as "Get of the phucking road arsehole!" I was really feeling the love. Lucky for me they were going to a four way stop light that I have done many sprints up and know very well how long the light is. Well to the surprise of the little punkarse I pull up right next to the driver and grab his door so he can't throw it open at me.

I ask him if he would like to say anything else to me? His face turned white as a ghost and so did the other punks in the car. Lucky for him his window was up just enough I couldn't give him a love tap. Because believe you me I was going to clean this kids mouth with my fist! So as he sat in the car tight lipped, I explained to them how stupid they were and not to swerve or do any other stupid shit to cyclists again.

As I approached the light one of them in the back of the car said something very profound. So I had enough of their bullshit turned the bike around in the turning lane and laid it down and invited them to step on out and proceed to get their ass kicked by a guy in tights!

To my amazement all 5 of the punks stayed in the car. When the light turned green they speed off throwing me the bird and calling all kinds of friendly names.

I love the suburbs!

Yes, in hindsight that was stupid, but man after my boy Chili played chicken with a car and the images of his leg burned in my melon, that really pushed me over the edge thinking what could have been for a joke. my bad.

1 comment:

Paul Warloski said...

I feel the love. Thanks for defending the honor of cyclists.

And before I saw the caption on the picture of the hill, I was already salivating.

You got some beautiful roads out there. Wish I was coming down for spring break!