I’m riding the motorbike east on Dorsett Rd, through the I-270 intersection, heading to pay my cable bill. I usually drop it off the Friday before it’s due as I’m doing my afternoon running around, and today’s no different.
I putt-putt slowly through the heavy traffic and series of ill-timed lights until I’m finally clear, and ramp on up to the speed limit for the couple of blocks until my turn off.
Seeing that traffic’s backed up a tad at my turn, I roll off the throttle, put on my left turn signal, and ease on into the left-turn lane, downshifting with the braking for a nice, easy stop at a usually long light.
When out of the blue, a fucking dildo in a shiny red Cavalier swoops in from my right and JAMS on her brakes right in front of me.
As slow as I was going, I still had to lock the wheels and turn the bike sideways, certain I was going down underneath her rear bumper. By the good graces of a particularly benevolent Og, I stop just shy of hitting her. The guy in the car in the left lane (to my right) jammed on his brakes to give me room to swerve if I had to.
I’m sure he earned a few Good Karma Points for that, and he’s my Big Damned Hero today.
I muscle the bike upright, and heel-and-toe it around until I’m just off her rear panel, staring daggers into her driver’s sideview mirror. She pretends she doesn’t see me. Big Damned Hero moves his car up next to her, and honks his horn at her. No response. He lays on it until she finally looks over, and he points to me.
Does she look? No. After looking at BDH, she goes back to staring straight ahead. The light drags on.
I continue to stare hot molten hatred at her sideview mirror, until she finally takes a quick peek in her mirror at me, and just as quickly goes back to staring straight ahead. No acknowledgement of me as a human being even flickers across her mascaraed cow-eyes.
Well, the light turns green, and I follow her through the left turn, and to my incredible joy and surprise, she turns into the Maryland Heights Police Department’s parking lot. As she pulls in, I park behind her. She’s going over me and my bike to get out, now, if she wants to.
She exits the car, and I ask her if she thought it was cool to cut me off and almost run me off my bike. She plays dumb, saying she didn’t know where I was going to turn. I emphasize the “dumb,” because there wasn’t anywhere else for me to turn than the light I was decelerating at a normal pace to turn left at. We take it inside to the Duty Sergeant, Maryland Heights’ Finest, Sgt. Link.
I tell my side, she tells hers. She lies through her teeth, saying I got in the left-turn lane a quarter-mile before the intersection. I call her a liar, because if I’d done that, I’d have ran head-first into oncoming traffic’s left-turn lane. I hammer at her until she just blurts out, “You were, like, going really slow, so I, like, passed you and got in front of you.”
I look at Sgt. Link, unable to believe she’d just blurt that out, but he’s staring at her jiggly tits, and since I don’t have jiggly-tits and great big eyelashes to bat alluringly, the Duty Sergeant just shrugs and says, “Well…”
I suck it up. I leave.
But I don’t have to take it.
Congratulations, Sgt. Link of the Maryland Heights Police Dept. You helped me today to reach a decision I had been pondering at considerable length, and until today, leaning heavily against.
I’m going to go ahead and get my Concealed Carry Permit.
So the next time Randy Road-Rage, Sandy SUV Soccer-Mom, or Donna Dingbat decides me and my bikle will make nice speedbumps as they hurry-scurry through their self-important little existence, I won’t feel at all bad about lofting a half-clip of .45 ACP +P JHP through their side-view window into their head.
I plan to tell the Judge and Jury it was self-defense.
And to Police generally everywhere:
No more FOP donations.
No more “Back The Blue” stickers on my car.
No more charity bike rides for Widows and Orphans of slain officers.
I don’t wish you ill, but as far as I’m concerned, from here on out, you can lie where you fall, and be damned to you if I lift a fucking finger to help you.