pamcopete
Ride.Enjoy.Life is Simple
Beautiful day for riding today. I decided to go to the hardware store up the Interstate to the next exit. Started out OK, except there was a dysfunctional driver behind me reading my licence plate. I sped up a bit to get ahead of him, but then encountered another dysfunctional driver who was dancing on his brakes, so I backed up from him, which put me close to the guy behind me reading my licence plate. A rock and a hard place.
We three then approached an intersection with two left turn lanes. The braker in front started for the left most turn lane, I went for the right, left turn lane, but then the braker decided he wasn't going to turn at all so he instantly swerves across the two turn lanes and heads for the straight ahead lane, I shift over to the left, left turn lane, but the licence plate reader is right there, but I insist and settle into the left most turn lane waiting for the light, with the licence plate reader right behind me. Hell, there are only six digits in the licence plate, so he should have been able to read them by now!
The light changes. I'm determined to loose the licence plate reader, so I twist the throttle and zoom ahead, only to encounter a pick up truck that suddenly decided he needed to make a left turn from the far right lane in a three lane road, right in front of me, I change lanes to the far right, only to encounter a nice young lady on her cell phone who suddenly decided to just stop, right there in the middle of the road. Must have been something that her boyfriend said to her on the cell phone.
I exit onto the Interstate and crank it up to the next exit. It's not much better. Another two lane left turn deal. The light changes but nobody moves. I look ahead and it's because someone was changing lanes, but got stuck and was blocking both lanes. Horns are blowing. People are reaching for their .357 in the glove box, I left mine at home, so I decide to be nice and not shout the "F" word. The traffic clears and I'm finally on my way to the hardware store, but yet another pickup truck suddenly decides to turn left from the outside lane. I jam on the brakes, and see in my left side mirror, THE DAMN LICENCE PLATE READER!
I finally got to the hardware store, made a couple of purchases and went back home. Cleaned the gun for the next ride. This ever happen to you? Huh?
We three then approached an intersection with two left turn lanes. The braker in front started for the left most turn lane, I went for the right, left turn lane, but then the braker decided he wasn't going to turn at all so he instantly swerves across the two turn lanes and heads for the straight ahead lane, I shift over to the left, left turn lane, but the licence plate reader is right there, but I insist and settle into the left most turn lane waiting for the light, with the licence plate reader right behind me. Hell, there are only six digits in the licence plate, so he should have been able to read them by now!
The light changes. I'm determined to loose the licence plate reader, so I twist the throttle and zoom ahead, only to encounter a pick up truck that suddenly decided he needed to make a left turn from the far right lane in a three lane road, right in front of me, I change lanes to the far right, only to encounter a nice young lady on her cell phone who suddenly decided to just stop, right there in the middle of the road. Must have been something that her boyfriend said to her on the cell phone.
I exit onto the Interstate and crank it up to the next exit. It's not much better. Another two lane left turn deal. The light changes but nobody moves. I look ahead and it's because someone was changing lanes, but got stuck and was blocking both lanes. Horns are blowing. People are reaching for their .357 in the glove box, I left mine at home, so I decide to be nice and not shout the "F" word. The traffic clears and I'm finally on my way to the hardware store, but yet another pickup truck suddenly decides to turn left from the outside lane. I jam on the brakes, and see in my left side mirror, THE DAMN LICENCE PLATE READER!
I finally got to the hardware store, made a couple of purchases and went back home. Cleaned the gun for the next ride. This ever happen to you? Huh?