So the family and I arrive home about 11:00pm from having a nice afternoon visit and evening dinner with my parents last night...daughters kiss me goodnight...wife grabs the remote and fires up the boobtube....but not me...I kiss the wife goodbye and tell'er...L8R Honey...I'm going for a night run to scrub in those new Pilot Powers some more.
So there I am bobbing and weaving around all the little local curves I know of and after a nice 1/2 hour workout of tossing the busa too and fro I hit the local gas station for an iced tea...but as I roll in the lot there's some sorta late night gathering of young ricer hoodlums hanging out all over the place...I heard a few giggles and wise@$$ comments as I rolled in with the engine shut down but figured screw it...I'm gett'in my iced tea...off with my helmet...keys in my pocket....and in the store I go..to come out but a minute later to several...ballcap on sideways, heavy gold neck chains, pants hanging down around their knees, ebonics speaking white kids cluttered around my Busa...but no one was touching it so I just smiled and uncapped my iced tea as the questions began...
"Hey man...dis yo's?"
Me: "Yeah"
"How fast do it go?"
Me: "A Tad over 190...close to 200"
"How fast have you had it?"
Me: "Close to 180...once."
And then the clincher...
"Yo Man...Lemme ride it."
Me: "What?"
Him: "I said lemme ride it."
Me: "Are you out of your damn mind?"
Then the chest puffing and glarring eyes begins as he follows with...
"Whaddid you say to me biotch?"
And that's when I knew I made a bad mistake pulling in there in the first place and lost it by deciding that if there ever was a time for me NOT to act like a biotch that this was it...and I was either about to get some serious respect or get jumped for my Busa by 4 punks...as I squared myself to him...locked eyes with him and quickly responded with....
"The question I asked you was...ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR FVCKING MIND!!!...Now step the fvck back from my Bike!!!..NOW!!!"
and at this point I was fully tensed to go fist-ta-cuffs and figuring that my next move would be slamming an almost full glass bottle of iced tea into this kids face then dishing out a quick first helping of whoop@$$ to each his other three dumbo butthead buddys but...the other three had already sorta stepped back and stood down as they watched to see how the alpha punk (the one that was demanding that I let him ride my busa) responded...and he responded with...his eyes welling up...some visual nervous shaking...then followed with a loud...
"WELL FVCK YOU DEN BIOTCH!!!"
as his buddys broke out into laughter at him and then heckling him as he stormed off to his cage and screeched his tires through the lot and out into the road....the other three backstepped their way back into the crowd they came out of with their little slutty honeys giggling at them as I figured this a prime time to down my iced tea and exit stage left to boogie on outta there.
Things are gett'in bad out there folks...and I don't live in what I'd term a bad neighbourhood...it's sorta your standard middle class kinda area...I've never yet experienced/encountered punks so outwardly brazen...and the part that scared me most is...they didn't even appear to be drunk or stoned out...as that I could understand..but that wasn't the case and these kids were just plain freaking naturally mean and nasty...wtf is going on out there?
So...Ladies and Gents...watch yer backs out there...as this latest generation of late night, party going young adults seem meaner and snottier than any I've ever encountered before.
L8R, Bill.
So there I am bobbing and weaving around all the little local curves I know of and after a nice 1/2 hour workout of tossing the busa too and fro I hit the local gas station for an iced tea...but as I roll in the lot there's some sorta late night gathering of young ricer hoodlums hanging out all over the place...I heard a few giggles and wise@$$ comments as I rolled in with the engine shut down but figured screw it...I'm gett'in my iced tea...off with my helmet...keys in my pocket....and in the store I go..to come out but a minute later to several...ballcap on sideways, heavy gold neck chains, pants hanging down around their knees, ebonics speaking white kids cluttered around my Busa...but no one was touching it so I just smiled and uncapped my iced tea as the questions began...
"Hey man...dis yo's?"
Me: "Yeah"
"How fast do it go?"
Me: "A Tad over 190...close to 200"
"How fast have you had it?"
Me: "Close to 180...once."
And then the clincher...
"Yo Man...Lemme ride it."
Me: "What?"
Him: "I said lemme ride it."
Me: "Are you out of your damn mind?"
Then the chest puffing and glarring eyes begins as he follows with...
"Whaddid you say to me biotch?"
And that's when I knew I made a bad mistake pulling in there in the first place and lost it by deciding that if there ever was a time for me NOT to act like a biotch that this was it...and I was either about to get some serious respect or get jumped for my Busa by 4 punks...as I squared myself to him...locked eyes with him and quickly responded with....
"The question I asked you was...ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR FVCKING MIND!!!...Now step the fvck back from my Bike!!!..NOW!!!"
and at this point I was fully tensed to go fist-ta-cuffs and figuring that my next move would be slamming an almost full glass bottle of iced tea into this kids face then dishing out a quick first helping of whoop@$$ to each his other three dumbo butthead buddys but...the other three had already sorta stepped back and stood down as they watched to see how the alpha punk (the one that was demanding that I let him ride my busa) responded...and he responded with...his eyes welling up...some visual nervous shaking...then followed with a loud...
"WELL FVCK YOU DEN BIOTCH!!!"
as his buddys broke out into laughter at him and then heckling him as he stormed off to his cage and screeched his tires through the lot and out into the road....the other three backstepped their way back into the crowd they came out of with their little slutty honeys giggling at them as I figured this a prime time to down my iced tea and exit stage left to boogie on outta there.
Things are gett'in bad out there folks...and I don't live in what I'd term a bad neighbourhood...it's sorta your standard middle class kinda area...I've never yet experienced/encountered punks so outwardly brazen...and the part that scared me most is...they didn't even appear to be drunk or stoned out...as that I could understand..but that wasn't the case and these kids were just plain freaking naturally mean and nasty...wtf is going on out there?
So...Ladies and Gents...watch yer backs out there...as this latest generation of late night, party going young adults seem meaner and snottier than any I've ever encountered before.
L8R, Bill.