Hey, motherfucker. Damn HEY MOTHERFUCKER GODDAMNIT MOTHERFUCKER MOTHER FUCKER! HEY! Whoooaaaa! God damn! Hey you stupid motherfucking son of a bitch watch where the fuck you’re going! You scared me half to fucking death over here! You! Yea YOU I’m talking to you, you goddamn stupid motherfucking SON OF A BITCH!!!
Ahem.
So, last night I’m out on my regular Tuesday night bicycle ride with my bud “Big T”. We’re on a semimajor through street (four lane) and I see this guy coming up on a side street. He’s driving a cheap-ass nasty looking old 70’s POS and looks like maybe he’s late for filming an episode of Cops. So I slow down and start to swing out wide, but as he approaches the intersection he slows down and looks at me, so I figure it’s cool to go. I mean, I did have the right-of-way and all. But as I discovered a split second later, he wasn’t actually looking at me, he was looking past me. He kept on coming out into the intersection.
A little dicey maneuvering there but I managed to avoid getting hit. “Big T” says he has no idea how he didn’t hit me – he couldn’t have missed my rear tire by more than an inch.
When we rounded the corner onto a side street I had to stop for a minute and just breathe. My legs were so wobbly from the adrenaline rush I could hardly stand!
So, that was my little adventure from last night. Hope you enjoyed it.