My time to vent...
Situation...going up Robson Street to go home and this guy, in a white '90's Ford Pick-up w/ a big orange tank in the back, decides to go straight in a turning lane...you know the one, by the art gallery. Well, I'm right beside him and he knows it. I pull the clutch and twist the wrist to give him a blast of v-twin. He glances over and smiles.
I get behind him at the light on Howe and he's looking in his side mirror and I flip him and call him a fu**er...what does he do he flips me back and smiles, than turn onto Howe St towards the bridge...almost hitting a couple peds.
Did I mention that he's a buck-o-five crack head looking MF? Probably heading back to the trailer park.
Anyways...I gave him my 0.98 cents worth. When going over the Granville Bridge, I took my sweet-ass time (well... I was "actually" going speed limit) as I was now infront of him. Well I decided to take the Fir St. exit as he was going straight off the bridge, I pull my glove off, reach into my jacket pocket and toss him 98 pennies followed by the . I still have 2 cents in my pocket. It did connect with white shiddy Ford parts.
And I'm on my merry way home to see my son.
I've had that buck in my pocket for a few years, and I never thought that I'd actually have to use it.
Thanks for listening...I mean reading.
Any thoughts or similar encounters with this pin head?
Remember always ride to survive!
-And if you are the cockroach that was driving the truck...I'll be going the same route tomorrow! MF ... Bring it! This time I won't just flip it.