- Nov 26, 2005
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Ok, so I'm driving one of our work trucks. What may be a surprise to you that the clutch slips in every gear comes as no surprise to me. But you never know what you are going to get when you are asked to take out someones truck for the day.
On the way in to the yard; 3pm, rush-hour... another one of those 'I ride my bicycle on the street because..." I'm talking about on a main 4 lane highway with a sidewalk as vacant as the next upcoming Michael Jackson concerts. The man appears to be one of those assholes that have had their license suspended for driving while intoxicated. So 300' behind him I beep the horn to let him know I am coming. I get closer and toot the horn again. As I ride by him we are both crossing a side street that exits to the main road so I have room to get back in to MY fucking lane and out of the lane of the other motorists. As I ride by him, I hear he is calling names because he doesn't know my real name. More like "Fuck you" etc.
If there is a sidewalk, use it. I hope later, while he is in bed tonight for the next day of work he thinks about what would of happened to him if he would of got hit and then ran over by 26,001 pounds and then realizes how stupid it would of been if he would of lived (knowing the sidewalk was empty) ...the rest of his life breathing from a motorized apparatus with no feeling from the neck down like Christopher Reeves did.
I hope I did him a favor.
On the way in to the yard; 3pm, rush-hour... another one of those 'I ride my bicycle on the street because..." I'm talking about on a main 4 lane highway with a sidewalk as vacant as the next upcoming Michael Jackson concerts. The man appears to be one of those assholes that have had their license suspended for driving while intoxicated. So 300' behind him I beep the horn to let him know I am coming. I get closer and toot the horn again. As I ride by him we are both crossing a side street that exits to the main road so I have room to get back in to MY fucking lane and out of the lane of the other motorists. As I ride by him, I hear he is calling names because he doesn't know my real name. More like "Fuck you" etc.
If there is a sidewalk, use it. I hope later, while he is in bed tonight for the next day of work he thinks about what would of happened to him if he would of got hit and then ran over by 26,001 pounds and then realizes how stupid it would of been if he would of lived (knowing the sidewalk was empty) ...the rest of his life breathing from a motorized apparatus with no feeling from the neck down like Christopher Reeves did.
I hope I did him a favor.
