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I ride at night to avoid, whelp: MORONS. It was working rather well... until the other night.
Long day at work and I need some stress relief ZX6R style. I was only going for a few quick runs than back home so I decided to leave my garage door open so that I can just shoot back in when I got home (that was the plan, anyways).
I'm blasting along for 10-20 mins, get it up to 105 in a 45 for a few; feeling good. Ah, much better!
I feel like new again. Let's bring her home. 
So I head home and I get behind this car going maybe 25 mph. They turn onto my street. My house is right on the corner, "Okay now I'll just gun it into the gara------- WTF!"
And here this moron, right after making the turn onto my street, swerves and stops across the front of my driveway, blocking any and all access to my garage.
I clutch down.. I come to a crawl, giving them every opportunity to move like away from my Fn driveway. But they don't move.
I then decide I will pass them on the left, and come back and then hopefully they move by then. As soon as I point the bike to go around on the left, they jerk their car to the left for a brief moment, then stop again. "Okay, I'm DEFINITELY not going around this person to get creamed" I thought.
Where I did have all the time in the world to stop, now I need to come to an abrupt stop because I have nowhere else to go. I stop, put my leg down, but the abruptness of the stop on conjunction with the street being sloped has the bike leaning at too much of an angle for me to hold up.
I gently lay the bike in the middle of the street, breaking the $5 turn signal light cover. [B)]
I stand at my bike, thow my arms up in the air, and scream through the helmet, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!? MOOOOVE!"
(I glance down looking at my bike laying on the ground, praying another MORON doesn't come flying around the corner taking the bike or mysel fout)
This stupid little whores head pops out... and she has the audacity to say, "That's what you get for going so fast!"
WHA WHA WHAT!?!?!? Going so.. WHAT!? [:0] I had been behind this b!tch going 25 MPH for the past minute before this even happened. Even IF I was speeding (and I was not), at least ***I*** know where the F I am trying to go.. at least I know what I am doing out on the road, at least I don't have my head lodged up my ass when I am controlling a motor vehicle.
My initial instinct [}
] was to take off my helmet, walk up to her car, hit her upside the face with my helmet, then slam her face into her steering wheel repeatedly until her eyes came out of the sockets and all her teeth were gone, but I did not feel like going to jail.
No - I will just stand here with my helmet on and scream at her. I don't want to have a conversation with her, I JUST want my bike and mysel fout of the middle of the street; I want my bike in my garage and I want myself in bed. [|)]
"JUST MOVE YOUR CAR"
<no response>
"MOVE YOUR CAR!!!!!!!!!"
<no response>
"MOVE YOUR FUCKING CAR OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY SO I CAN PARK MY FUCKING BIKE INTP MY FUCKING GARAGE!!!!!!!!!!"
<confused look>

"JUST MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! I LIVE HERE!!!!!"
FINALLY she moved out of the way.
I lift the bike up and it won't start from being layed down. I then push it up my steep driveway and make sure she didn't get any other boo-boos other than the cheap peice of plastic turn signal light cover... okay shes A-OK.
I then spent the next 2 hours laying in bed wondering what the hell I could have did differently and WHY the hell did she stop across the front of my driveway for no reason? WHY WHY WHY!?!! It totally ruined what could have been a great night of riding.
And to make it even worse, this MORON turns out to live on my street somewhere.
GOD WHY ARE PEOPLE SOOOOO STUPID [?]
Long day at work and I need some stress relief ZX6R style. I was only going for a few quick runs than back home so I decided to leave my garage door open so that I can just shoot back in when I got home (that was the plan, anyways).
I'm blasting along for 10-20 mins, get it up to 105 in a 45 for a few; feeling good. Ah, much better!
So I head home and I get behind this car going maybe 25 mph. They turn onto my street. My house is right on the corner, "Okay now I'll just gun it into the gara------- WTF!"
And here this moron, right after making the turn onto my street, swerves and stops across the front of my driveway, blocking any and all access to my garage.
I clutch down.. I come to a crawl, giving them every opportunity to move like away from my Fn driveway. But they don't move.
I then decide I will pass them on the left, and come back and then hopefully they move by then. As soon as I point the bike to go around on the left, they jerk their car to the left for a brief moment, then stop again. "Okay, I'm DEFINITELY not going around this person to get creamed" I thought.
Where I did have all the time in the world to stop, now I need to come to an abrupt stop because I have nowhere else to go. I stop, put my leg down, but the abruptness of the stop on conjunction with the street being sloped has the bike leaning at too much of an angle for me to hold up.
I gently lay the bike in the middle of the street, breaking the $5 turn signal light cover. [B)]
I stand at my bike, thow my arms up in the air, and scream through the helmet, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!? MOOOOVE!"
(I glance down looking at my bike laying on the ground, praying another MORON doesn't come flying around the corner taking the bike or mysel fout)
This stupid little whores head pops out... and she has the audacity to say, "That's what you get for going so fast!"
WHA WHA WHAT!?!?!? Going so.. WHAT!? [:0] I had been behind this b!tch going 25 MPH for the past minute before this even happened. Even IF I was speeding (and I was not), at least ***I*** know where the F I am trying to go.. at least I know what I am doing out on the road, at least I don't have my head lodged up my ass when I am controlling a motor vehicle.
My initial instinct [}
No - I will just stand here with my helmet on and scream at her. I don't want to have a conversation with her, I JUST want my bike and mysel fout of the middle of the street; I want my bike in my garage and I want myself in bed. [|)]
"JUST MOVE YOUR CAR"
<no response>
"MOVE YOUR CAR!!!!!!!!!"
<no response>
<confused look>
FINALLY she moved out of the way.
I lift the bike up and it won't start from being layed down. I then push it up my steep driveway and make sure she didn't get any other boo-boos other than the cheap peice of plastic turn signal light cover... okay shes A-OK.
I then spent the next 2 hours laying in bed wondering what the hell I could have did differently and WHY the hell did she stop across the front of my driveway for no reason? WHY WHY WHY!?!! It totally ruined what could have been a great night of riding.
And to make it even worse, this MORON turns out to live on my street somewhere.
GOD WHY ARE PEOPLE SOOOOO STUPID [?]