I went for a ride around the lake on my dirt bike a couple hours ago and was having a great time until I decided to leave the park I was in through a front yard that had the cable fence missing.
Boy was that a mistake!
I go cruising through this yard at about 4 mph, 2' off the fence for a total of about 75' before I got to rock. Sounds safe, right?
NO!
I make it a total of 250' past the entry point when this obvious meth head piece of white trash comes flying out from behind a trailer house, charging into the road in front of me while holding up his hand in an attempt to stop me and frothing (95% accurate statement) at the mouth. I realized instantly he was effed in the head and just went around him. Then he throws a rock and misses me by about four feet. I look over my shoulder and say "fuck you asshole" and keep going. I entertained the thought of hauling ass but I really didn't think he was that crazy and knew that I hadn't done anything wrong.
Fast forward 2 miles and this POS 98ish black Cavalier comes FLYING up and SLIDING beside me. Yup. It's him.
I'm like "whoa down stop right here" and got hime to stop. He starts screaming at me about the violations I had committed and that he had the number off my plate on my unregistered dirt bike and that.... Thank God another vehicle was coming at this time, otherwise, shit. I see the vehicle coming and already had a plan to stop him, so I take off. This idiot pops the clutch in his $500 car and cuts the wheels at me so severely I had to lean it over and nail it to keep from getting ran over. Fuck! By now he is up to speed (40ish) and I'm waving frantically for the truck to stop, which he did. This asshat does some kind of emergency brake turn, hits the throttle, then lets out when he see the truck stopped.
Dios Mio. Just frikkin' wow. Today was the first day I've left my house without a pistol in over eight years. Wow. I'm still freaked out by this.
Plate number is JFK 292, Texas. Someone pm me please? Don't think I'll ever forget that plate and I'm horrible with numbers.
Boy was that a mistake!
I go cruising through this yard at about 4 mph, 2' off the fence for a total of about 75' before I got to rock. Sounds safe, right?
NO!
I make it a total of 250' past the entry point when this obvious meth head piece of white trash comes flying out from behind a trailer house, charging into the road in front of me while holding up his hand in an attempt to stop me and frothing (95% accurate statement) at the mouth. I realized instantly he was effed in the head and just went around him. Then he throws a rock and misses me by about four feet. I look over my shoulder and say "fuck you asshole" and keep going. I entertained the thought of hauling ass but I really didn't think he was that crazy and knew that I hadn't done anything wrong.
Fast forward 2 miles and this POS 98ish black Cavalier comes FLYING up and SLIDING beside me. Yup. It's him.
I'm like "whoa down stop right here" and got hime to stop. He starts screaming at me about the violations I had committed and that he had the number off my plate on my unregistered dirt bike and that.... Thank God another vehicle was coming at this time, otherwise, shit. I see the vehicle coming and already had a plan to stop him, so I take off. This idiot pops the clutch in his $500 car and cuts the wheels at me so severely I had to lean it over and nail it to keep from getting ran over. Fuck! By now he is up to speed (40ish) and I'm waving frantically for the truck to stop, which he did. This asshat does some kind of emergency brake turn, hits the throttle, then lets out when he see the truck stopped.
Dios Mio. Just frikkin' wow. Today was the first day I've left my house without a pistol in over eight years. Wow. I'm still freaked out by this.
Plate number is JFK 292, Texas. Someone pm me please? Don't think I'll ever forget that plate and I'm horrible with numbers.
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