Let me give the background before I go off…
The TylerMcConnell bridge is a narrow but well-maintained span, stretching high across the Brandywine river, at a deep ravine. The approach to it on either side is a four-lane (two each way) semi-limited access secondary highway, but at the bridge, you have to merge into one lane each way. Down hill. To make this more fun, at one end of the bridge is a couple of museums and a traffic light. At the other end is the DuPont Experimental station, a traffic light, and a hard 90-degree turn. The TylerMcConnell essentially connects a couple of secondary roads that parallel the river with a highway, forming an ‘H’.
Now, I see stupidity on the approaches to the bridge fairly often, but today’s example was so incredible, I have to rant:
You Stupid, Aggressive, Suicidal Shithook!
You came flying down the towards the Experimental Station, in the “parallel the river” lane, ignoring and bypassing the line of traffic in the “make a sharp turn and cross the river” lane. At the last instant, you slammed on the brakes at a green light, cut hard into a solid line of trafic, cut off a car then nearly stood on it’s nose with the braking effort it’s driver had to apply and jerked into line behind me, nearly rear-endingme in the process. I’m stunned that you didn’t cause a multi-car pile-up, which would’ve blocked access to the only convenient river crossing for ten thousand or more area workers trying to get home, get their children, or at least get away from work. And you did this on a motorcycle! Had the people around you not been equipped with supernatural reflexes, you’d have been the creamy filling in a crumpled-metal sandwich, you nose-picking snotbrain! On top of this, you made this amazingly self-destructive little stunt while cutting-off and around another car engaged in a similarly aggressive cut-off!
That’s right Folks! Snotbrain squeezed between two cars that were a hairswidth away from collision, between an agressive driver and his vitim, sliding around tinto teh rapidly narrowing space between 2500 pounds of encroaching steel and an unforgiving guardrail (there is no shoulder at that point), goosed te throttle, and cut in front of a demonstribly aggressive driver with no room to maunever.
Who in hell did you pay-off? I bet you sold your soul (brains still attached) to some smoking, sufur-stinking netherworld hellbeast, because there’s no way a guardian angel could have saved you from youself. Only Beelzebub himscalyself could have prevented youts from repainting the rear end of my car with you guts and blood. I hope he’s got a really special place for you, you menace-on-wheels.
Oh, and to the other asshole, the one in the car:
Fuck You!