Bringing you another Tarantino’d post.
Why did I say…
“Did he just flip me off!?”
Let’s go back…let’s go back…
Yesterday, I was driving on one of the worst freeways in Southern California. Well, they are all actually pretty bad because of bad drivers and bad road conditions.
Anyway, I was in the fast lane, going about 70. There was a car in front of me and I like to keep at least one car length between me and the car in front of me. So, I wasn’t going any faster than that.
Apparently, this was not good enough for the motorcycle behind me. Not only did he pass me up, which would have been fine in and of itself, except he flipped me the bird while doing it.
I asked The Boy “Did he just flip me off?!”
This motorcyclist then proceeded to get behind the car in front of me, waited a while then passed him up while flipping that driver off.
This motorcyclist had a vendetta!!!
I also thought he had a lot of nerve. I’m driving a two ton vehicle compared to his 500 pound motorcycle. (I may be off with those weights but you get the point). If I was a totally different person, I don’t know maybe someone a with a short trigger, his little motorcycle would be nothing compared to my car.
This type of thing happens all the time on these freeways. People are just so angry on the road.