slammiam
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You know...I was rubbing my neck this morning thinking about how it was originally injured. In 1996, I was stationed in Virginia Beach, VA. One day I was out riding my F3 and I pulled up to a 4-way stop light. I'm the slightly paranoid type...I tend to check my mirrors constantly while stopped. Well I had just looked forward after checking my mirrors when I heard a very LOUD car-tire-screeching sound coming from somewhere CLOSE. I whipped my head right, looked as far back as I could, whipped my head left *OUCH* pulled neck muscle, tendons, dunno what else...didn't see anything. At this point I'm confused, my neck feels like it's breaking, and I notice something. There is a fat woman in the turning lane parked to my left, and she's laughing hysterically. Yep, she had one of those car speakers that make different noises. She thought she was fu&**ng hilarious. Many things went through my mind at that moment...I wanted to do very bad things to her. How could she ever understand the heightened awareness that a biker MUST maintain? The constant feeling that someone will plow into you while at a light? *Dumb idea* -- I decided to show her I wasn't happy. I put the kickstand down, walked over to her car, and with a hammer fist, removed her side view mirror. Now she wasn't too happy (but damn I felt better). When she pulled out the cell phone, I took a right and never looked back.