ditchdr
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So yesterday I flew into Orlando, left the airport vis taxi, and headed over to the U-Haul place. While in my yellow pimp ride I did not look around much as I was to buy trying to get my air card to work in the computer and getting the maps ready for my little day trip. Once i boared my while and orange pimp ride I go to pull out onto a split 4 lane road and head off to my first stop, when some 30 something female turns from the otherside of the road, drives across both lanes and damn near hits me as im pulling out, and even had the nerve to blow the horn and flip me off as she cuts me off to turn into where i was coming out of. I guess the peoson on the phone with her had told this quen of the highway not to worry, and E350 wont cause any harm to her matchbox size car if she just did what ever she wanted.
So I as I travel on my journey I find that in FL a red light is only a mild suggestion as to there might br trafic in the other direction wanting to cross the road, if its ok with them. So I make it to my first stop and piced up a 05 Honda Shadow. Get it loaded and secured (after having to buy 4 overpriced straps from the guy I got the bike from) I head off to my next stop. The journey there was just as even more exciting. With the unanounced lane chages, cars with no one driving them, I mean really every once in a while a haed would pop up but then it would go away for a few min. Maybe they were looking for something, or maybe they were driving a car with one of them auto pilots and the basement option. What ever it was I saw it more then once. Let us not forget about the blue hairs taking over the road. Speed limit signs are mearley an extra roadside distraction they choose not to look at. I once felt like getting out of my orange and white highway missle walking up to them while on the road and pointing out where the gas pedal is. Add to that the people who drive with 2 feet, one on the gas and one on the break causing the break lights to always be on. Maybe they are stopping, maybe not. Who knows its all part of the game.
So after making my 3rd stop ( second one being at a wal mart to buy straps) I get the 2nd bike loaded and secured and leave Dayton on my way to Deltona, a place I had not heard of before the trip. That leg of the trip was semi uneventfull save for a few idiots on sport bikes coming past me like I was tired to a stump.
3rd bike is loaded and I go to leave when the guy informs me he needs 300 more cause his wife said he sold it to cheap. I of course tell him very nicely to go suck it. But this guy is dead serious and said he will call the cops. Long story short I sit in the truck windows up doors locked waiting on the cops. An hour later one shows up, he gives his side I give mine, 5 min later I am on my way with out paying a penny more then I already had, you know the agreed price.
I am now on my way back to SC, home bound, away from the blue hairs, the idiots who raise the prices after you buy an item and have the title and signed reciept, and have it loaded and secured in a box van folks. I stop a at Krystals to enjoy some over priced micro burgers since we no longer have them here. Oh did you know they now make over priced micro chicken sandwiches? But I felt the sting of an over pricved slab of cat meat was all I could take on this day. While sitting there I watched out the window while soaking up some fre wifi as traffic went about its normal daily routine. I saw countless red light runners, many folks going left with the best i can see are closed eyes cause they were cutting folks off as the went, oh and the guy in the old K5 blazer who used the side walk and part of a flower bed as a extended turning lane. I thought to my self, how long would I live if I lived here. I would either A: have a damn stroke from all the road rage, B: have been run over on the bike by some idiot, or C: would have shot up the DMV for giving these folks a license.
SO now that I hevy told you my story let me ask of you a few questions
A: Where for the love of all that is holy did folks down there learn to drive?
B: Are traffic lights ignored all over FL?
C: DO you really ride motorcycles there? I was scared enough hauling 3 of them in a E350 box van much less riding one.
D: Insurance, how much is your insurance?
E: Really you ride bikes with these idiots?
F: By bike i mean a motorcycle, not rolling your windows down and straping on a lid.
G: Cant you keep the blue hairs on golf carts and in their own seinor living community?
I give all my FL rider buddies props, for dealing with it, but yalls nuts.
So I as I travel on my journey I find that in FL a red light is only a mild suggestion as to there might br trafic in the other direction wanting to cross the road, if its ok with them. So I make it to my first stop and piced up a 05 Honda Shadow. Get it loaded and secured (after having to buy 4 overpriced straps from the guy I got the bike from) I head off to my next stop. The journey there was just as even more exciting. With the unanounced lane chages, cars with no one driving them, I mean really every once in a while a haed would pop up but then it would go away for a few min. Maybe they were looking for something, or maybe they were driving a car with one of them auto pilots and the basement option. What ever it was I saw it more then once. Let us not forget about the blue hairs taking over the road. Speed limit signs are mearley an extra roadside distraction they choose not to look at. I once felt like getting out of my orange and white highway missle walking up to them while on the road and pointing out where the gas pedal is. Add to that the people who drive with 2 feet, one on the gas and one on the break causing the break lights to always be on. Maybe they are stopping, maybe not. Who knows its all part of the game.
So after making my 3rd stop ( second one being at a wal mart to buy straps) I get the 2nd bike loaded and secured and leave Dayton on my way to Deltona, a place I had not heard of before the trip. That leg of the trip was semi uneventfull save for a few idiots on sport bikes coming past me like I was tired to a stump.
3rd bike is loaded and I go to leave when the guy informs me he needs 300 more cause his wife said he sold it to cheap. I of course tell him very nicely to go suck it. But this guy is dead serious and said he will call the cops. Long story short I sit in the truck windows up doors locked waiting on the cops. An hour later one shows up, he gives his side I give mine, 5 min later I am on my way with out paying a penny more then I already had, you know the agreed price.
I am now on my way back to SC, home bound, away from the blue hairs, the idiots who raise the prices after you buy an item and have the title and signed reciept, and have it loaded and secured in a box van folks. I stop a at Krystals to enjoy some over priced micro burgers since we no longer have them here. Oh did you know they now make over priced micro chicken sandwiches? But I felt the sting of an over pricved slab of cat meat was all I could take on this day. While sitting there I watched out the window while soaking up some fre wifi as traffic went about its normal daily routine. I saw countless red light runners, many folks going left with the best i can see are closed eyes cause they were cutting folks off as the went, oh and the guy in the old K5 blazer who used the side walk and part of a flower bed as a extended turning lane. I thought to my self, how long would I live if I lived here. I would either A: have a damn stroke from all the road rage, B: have been run over on the bike by some idiot, or C: would have shot up the DMV for giving these folks a license.
SO now that I hevy told you my story let me ask of you a few questions
A: Where for the love of all that is holy did folks down there learn to drive?
B: Are traffic lights ignored all over FL?
C: DO you really ride motorcycles there? I was scared enough hauling 3 of them in a E350 box van much less riding one.
D: Insurance, how much is your insurance?
E: Really you ride bikes with these idiots?
F: By bike i mean a motorcycle, not rolling your windows down and straping on a lid.
G: Cant you keep the blue hairs on golf carts and in their own seinor living community?
I give all my FL rider buddies props, for dealing with it, but yalls nuts.
You want some laughs tell your insurance you are moving down here and you need a quote
As bad as the drivers are there is so much fraud going on here I am surprised any insurance company would want to do business here.
