when i lane split, i had a starbucks drink thrown at me... i don't get it sometimes... im not even cutting em off or anything.. hit me dead on but the bottum of the cup hit me so i got a little sprinkle and let it go.
other than that, my story goes like this
i was crusing on the 605 interstate, i was rolling with bout 9 other friends. me and one other guy were crusin in the carpool while the others were in the fast lane doing wheelies and what not. im minding my own business in the carpool, crusin' 70.
i started looking back frequenty, checking for coppers but the bigger GMC suvs starts coming up on my friend and i too fast. this guy must have been cm from my rear tire cus i swore i felt the heat of his engine on me. i raised my hands like WTF dude!? u don't freakin do that to a biker!! ill die in seconds if he ran me over. so i decided i didn't need that, so i lean over right to get outta his way.
next thing u know this genious floors it further to the right and speeds around me, my right mirror grazes along the entire side of his suv (from front door to rear) and nearly runs another friend over.
by this time, ive shat my pants, and im fuckin furious. my other buddies are flipping him off and im thinkin' he don't care bout that... i pull up to his side window and get a good look at him and his (might i say..) gorgeous young wife (haha). i roll around my group and line up on his back right side bout 3 car length back. i dropped the clutch and gear to third and gun it.
then, BAAAMMMMM!!! i socked his side view mirror as hard as i could! i looked back and saw the mirrow and motor shatter on the freeway, which must have ripped out, i was going least 115 into his mirror. he was doing a good 80. so.. 35mi plus the speed of my fist to the mirror could do some damage, haha. after seeing the mirror break, i kinda freaked out, said oh shit, but smiled at the same time, then boned out!! the group slowed down and the guy took off after me... i never saw him again, dont understand how an idiot driving a suv can keep up with a bike. flew off the freeway exit. waited a good minute, heard my friends ride by, caught up with them after to get some mad props..
edit: oh yea, this was last father's day... so to the douche, his hot wife, and his possible kids in the back, let that be a lesson...
so happy fathers day bitch...
douche bag had it coming... im not a fighter, but serious.. if u try to hurt my friends, i may not know karate, but i know CRAZY..
haha
Last edited by xpertsnowcarver; 07-28-2008 at 01:25 PM..
Reason: fixin typos
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