posted this story, plus/minus a few words, in the m3f a couple of days ago
[NBC, no bimmer content]
waiting at the red light, coming back from work, on my bike. next to me, one car length ahead of me on my right, there's a redneck with a 4 pound mullet, white short-sleeved t-shirt w/ sleeves rolled up exposing a hairy tatoo on a grissle-fattened arm hanging out the winduh, and 3-day old sunburn, all stuffed into a nascar-red mustang gt.
i'm tired, just got off work. i'm sitting behind a cell-phone-talkin ford tempo. the guy in the mustang on my right looks back at me and starts to rev.
light turns green. mister cell-phone-tempo keeps talking then realizes it's green. so now i'm stuck behind mister tempo. mister mustang shoots a car length past mister tempo, slows down until i'm even with him, and keeps pace with the tempo just to box me in.
his right turn is now only about 50 yards ahead, so he floors it, shoots ahead, and then slams it into the right turn. wow. gee. i guess that means i was pwned.
all the while i'm pleasantly riding along behind mister cell-phone-tempo.
the sad thing is that mister mustang will probably tell all his pork fed buddies about how he "SMOKED" a ducati. HA HA HA
:lol: (yes, we do have rednecks in hawaii)