Many of you know that I'm an avid cyclist. The only time the Focus goes to work is when the weather is too inclement to ride. My trip is 15.2 miles ea. way.
It was nice today; sunny and cool. I was riding home along my usual route. I had just turned on to a semi-rural road. It's a wide, two lane, smooth pavement, flat & straight. I hear a vehicle coming up behind me, so I pulled over to the right a bit, so they could pass easily. When they pulled along side, the extended cab pickup veered a little close. Not too bad, but a bit curious. When he was along side, he suddenly floored it. It was a diesel. Had an exhaust pipe the size of a inner-city sewer pipe. It spewed black, sooty smoke all over me. I was completely obscured by the dense, black smoke. When he was past me by about 50 yds. or so, he backed off & drove normally. There was nothing I could do except swear.
Like I said, the road is straight as an arrow, around 3 miles long. He was stopped by a train about 3/4 miles ahead. I tried to catch him there, but the train cleared the crossing & I was too late. About a mile ahead, there's a small strip shopping center with a supermarket. I wasn't sure because of the distance, but I thought I saw him pull in there. When I got there, I pulled into the lot to look for this nice gentleman. I was in luck. His truck was parked near the supermarket. It was empty. I figured he went into the store, and that I'd wait for him at his truck. When I pulled up to the truck, I noticed that the driver's window was down. I reached in and opened the door.
There is absolutely no possible way I can describe to you the pure sense of joy, glee, happiness, and satisfaction I felt as I urinated on his driver's seat.
____________________ If you can't read this, you're illiterate.
Reminds me of one instance I had with some little teenage punk and his daddy-bought Mustang convertible. I was already in a fairly bad mood that day about something, and this little asshat and all his rich-bitch A&F sponsored friends were piling out of the car, slamming one of the doors HARD enough into the side of my Maxima to leave paint deep enough to have to get the area repainted again.
I yelled at the kid to get over here, so I can give him a piece of my mind. If his daddy can afford to outright buy this little fuck trophy a car, he can most certainly pay for a new paint job on the rear driver's side door and quarter panel.
But no, little snot face decided to ignore me. Without so much as an apology. In a fury, I happened to spot the 3/4 full bottle of Coke I had just purchased.
..... it ended up all over the interior of this poor soul's car, since he was stupid enough to leave the top down.
I sincerely have thought about things like this, but never had the fortitude to do it. Bravo Mr. V! This would have been something I'd have paid to see!
____________________ Get in, Sit down, Shut up and HANG ON!
MrV
It is indeed difficult sometimes to be the mature responsible adults the world expects us to be as we age.
Of course, what youngster these days would have the patience and determination required to actually execute the necessary response that you did. I guess we must set an example.
Hope the seat was leather.
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A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams...John Barrymore
