After leaving a wonderful bbq in SF on Saturday, I hit the freeway at 6 pm.
Perfect timing! Such pleasant stop/go traffic - Very insane!
The fan came on 20 times as I massaged my way through the urban Bay area jungle. Cars Suck!
The Super T handled superbly. Just past Berkeley, a douche bag in an old school piece of sh#t oldsmobile cut me off.
Did he see me? Probably not. But I saw him. As he merged back over, I gave him a friendly peace sign.
It was dusk and he didn't have his lights on, while I had my mirrored helmet lense with sunglasses on, I could barely see him behind me.
Two seconds later this ass f#ck was barreling toward me.
The situation shocked me a bit, but I rapidly downshifted and accelerated away encouraging him to follow.
I vanished from sight and couldn't help but desire a video camera & screen to see behind me. Secretly I imagined a Tec9 dumping a few clips into his chest, but it's real life and not the movies. :'(
Time for an early xmas present to myself! The camera, not the Tec9. ::26::
You got me safely home Super T and I love you.
The Moral of the story? Don't give the peace sign, it might piss someone off. :-X
