And I volunteer to shove it so far up your ass that you can dial with your tongue.
…so, I’m just innocently sitting at a left hand turn light when I noticed that the SUV coming up behind me wasn’t slowing down. Cars on the right are moving and oncoming traffic to the left, no turning lane between us. I check my mirrors and the SUV still isn’t slowing down, so I kinda scoot myself to the yellow line and started honking my horn and waving my arm around, hoping to get her attention.
She didn’t slow at all. Motorcycles are magic things that turn the rider invisible as soon as they leave their driveway. I understand this and I have flags mounted and wear scarlet and gold leather and lots of fringe in the hopes of catching attention.
It didn’t work today. The bint in the SUV didn’t see me trying to move out of the way…she didn’t notice the red light in front of her, or the other stopped cars. She clipped my fender and tossed me into oncoming traffic then finally stopped when she rammed the car in front of me.
(I’m OK. I’m totally pissed off and sore, but I do wear protective gear. I need a new helmet and jacket now.)
After I rolled to a stop and learned that I can crawl really fast when I need to, traffic stopped. The horrified look on the driver WHO WASN’T ON HIS FUCKING CELL PHONE who almost ran me over will be in my brain forever.
At least the bint couldn’t just drive away. She was in tears as she got out of her SUV.
Why was she upset, you wonder? Was it because she almost killed people? No.
Was it because she had caused a lot of property damage to strangers? No.
It was because she broke her brand new smart phone when it flew out of her hand and hit the windshield. It was BRAND NEW and cost A LOT OF MONEY and her husband was going to be SO UPSET.
Fucking idiot tried to claim that she hadn’t hit me, I had just fallen over for the fun of it and didn’t want to give me her insurance info…because it wasn’t her fault.