I feel so cheated!
You know how it's an almost indisputable assurance that your life will flash before your eyes right before you die a massively painful death? For some reason, I was denied that and I totally feel gypped! All in all, it would've been a pretty exciting death anyways, if it had actually gone through.
Riding in a...Miata (standard of course) with a guy named Danny. Went from Fraser Heights to Greatest Pizza and back (about four or five km)...at twice the speed limit. He also had a fetish for braking hard at random times providing his passengers with complimentary whiplash.
At one point, we're riding behind a long trail of cars, and he's tailgating. I ask him why, and he tells me it's because the car ahead of him is slowing down. I inform him that it's because he's tailgating ("If a car behind you is tailgating, provide extra room in front of you in case you need to slow down"). He then repeats his argument that he's only tailgating because the car in front of him is such a slowpoke. If you can see where this is going, you're good, because he doesn't continue the conversation.
Double yellow, single lanes both side, nearing on a hill. He passes. Not one, or two cars, but three. And he would've gone further if another car hadn't appeared from the other side of the hill fourty feet away. Possibly he wouldn't have remerged at all if we weren't screaming at him to stop crazying up. Phew.
Riding in a...Miata (standard of course) with a guy named Danny. Went from Fraser Heights to Greatest Pizza and back (about four or five km)...at twice the speed limit. He also had a fetish for braking hard at random times providing his passengers with complimentary whiplash.
At one point, we're riding behind a long trail of cars, and he's tailgating. I ask him why, and he tells me it's because the car ahead of him is slowing down. I inform him that it's because he's tailgating ("If a car behind you is tailgating, provide extra room in front of you in case you need to slow down"). He then repeats his argument that he's only tailgating because the car in front of him is such a slowpoke. If you can see where this is going, you're good, because he doesn't continue the conversation.
Double yellow, single lanes both side, nearing on a hill. He passes. Not one, or two cars, but three. And he would've gone further if another car hadn't appeared from the other side of the hill fourty feet away. Possibly he wouldn't have remerged at all if we weren't screaming at him to stop crazying up. Phew.