Actually, I planned to get my helmet off in time to smash his fuggin windshield...the side window if he wouldn't get out.
I was on my way to work this morning and stopped at what we commonly refer to as "the four corners." It's a four way stop that intersects Hwy's 49 and 23. A landmark really. Anyway, I'm turning right and get beat to the turn by a semi turning left, and proceed after him. A jeep grand cherokee (gold trim, got the tag number, too, and WILL find the mutha) comes in behind me, right on my azz. He rides my ass, and I accelerate around the semi, the jeep is right on me. So I'm thinking, slow down a little, hold the speed steady and this ##### will go around you. Nah, he just keeps a fraction of an inch off my tail. This is ALLLLLL the way to Redgranite. Even through the two lane passing zone - I pulled to the right lane, he pulled to the right lane. Stayed on me. Okay. I'm highly irritated, but trying to hold my cool. I'm not a uniformed officer. I have the luxury of wearing whatever in the hell I want to work as long as I'm not in meetings or in Court. So, generally I wear jeans and T-shirts, flannels, look generally like any old scuz bag. Anyway, we get to redgranite and I keep my bike at about 32 in the 25. I know the guy on duty that time of morning so usually wave to him and keep on going. Dickwad slows to 25 when he sees the squad car, so I get a little ahead of him, then stop at the red light around the bend. That motherfuc** comes up behind me, cruising at 25/30 and I swear to god my bunghole tightened right up and my balls were in my throat. He wasn't slowing down. I don't know if it was a game to him or if he really wasn't paying attention. I was going to accelerate through the red to get out of his way, but a stream of cars were turning left right in front of me. That sonofabidge cruised right up behind and at the last second pulled to the right and slammed on his brakes so that the nose of his jeep was at about my right leg. The light turns green and I go. We get outside of town and he's on my ass and I hit my fuggin brakes and swerve to the shoulder....and he follows suit...and I swear to god I must have been smiling the most insane smile imaginable, because I was so fuggin glad he pulled over. I put my stand down and swung my leg over...and the fuggin scaredy cat tore out of there like a bat out of hell. So I gave him a big old double two finger salute, swung my leg back over and followed him all the way to my turn off, where I sat up big and tall and gave him another double one finger...It's probably such a good thing he tore out of there. I really don't know what the fu** I would have done besides cave his windsheild in with my lid. I was so hot. Anyway, my buddy in redgranite is on the case and will find that sumbidge...we'll see if he thinks it's so fuggin funny then.
Arrrggghhhh...anyway, that's my road rage story.
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I was on my way to work this morning and stopped at what we commonly refer to as "the four corners." It's a four way stop that intersects Hwy's 49 and 23. A landmark really. Anyway, I'm turning right and get beat to the turn by a semi turning left, and proceed after him. A jeep grand cherokee (gold trim, got the tag number, too, and WILL find the mutha) comes in behind me, right on my azz. He rides my ass, and I accelerate around the semi, the jeep is right on me. So I'm thinking, slow down a little, hold the speed steady and this ##### will go around you. Nah, he just keeps a fraction of an inch off my tail. This is ALLLLLL the way to Redgranite. Even through the two lane passing zone - I pulled to the right lane, he pulled to the right lane. Stayed on me. Okay. I'm highly irritated, but trying to hold my cool. I'm not a uniformed officer. I have the luxury of wearing whatever in the hell I want to work as long as I'm not in meetings or in Court. So, generally I wear jeans and T-shirts, flannels, look generally like any old scuz bag. Anyway, we get to redgranite and I keep my bike at about 32 in the 25. I know the guy on duty that time of morning so usually wave to him and keep on going. Dickwad slows to 25 when he sees the squad car, so I get a little ahead of him, then stop at the red light around the bend. That motherfuc** comes up behind me, cruising at 25/30 and I swear to god my bunghole tightened right up and my balls were in my throat. He wasn't slowing down. I don't know if it was a game to him or if he really wasn't paying attention. I was going to accelerate through the red to get out of his way, but a stream of cars were turning left right in front of me. That sonofabidge cruised right up behind and at the last second pulled to the right and slammed on his brakes so that the nose of his jeep was at about my right leg. The light turns green and I go. We get outside of town and he's on my ass and I hit my fuggin brakes and swerve to the shoulder....and he follows suit...and I swear to god I must have been smiling the most insane smile imaginable, because I was so fuggin glad he pulled over. I put my stand down and swung my leg over...and the fuggin scaredy cat tore out of there like a bat out of hell. So I gave him a big old double two finger salute, swung my leg back over and followed him all the way to my turn off, where I sat up big and tall and gave him another double one finger...It's probably such a good thing he tore out of there. I really don't know what the fu** I would have done besides cave his windsheild in with my lid. I was so hot. Anyway, my buddy in redgranite is on the case and will find that sumbidge...we'll see if he thinks it's so fuggin funny then.
Arrrggghhhh...anyway, that's my road rage story.
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