Dear Maroon chevy express van driver on tenth and everett
I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to kindly fuck off and die. TOday when I was happily riding my motorcycle down everette at the posted speed limit in my very own lane you became noticeable to my left as with only a moments signalling you cut me off by swerving into my lane and suddenly stopping. WHile I recognise that my bike has superior stopping power in comparison to your battlship that is no reason to risk my life in order to prove that fact.
Now I know I honked at you and I thought perhaps you had noticed, alas I must have been wrong. Now you seemed surprised that I was yelling at you at the top of my lungs when I finally made it out of the death zone you created for me by suddenly throwing your vehicle into reverse without lookin in your mirrors where I was plainly visible (as I was riding in the lane before you cut me off and moved to be more visible after) , laying on the horn, and reving my motor to gain your limited attention. Now I would have loved to move out of your way with grace, but since traffic behind me was so impatient and kept changing lanes and thus blocking me into my death zone I felt that it was likely less dangerous to just see what happened. On that note fuck all you people for blocking me in too.
Now when one person behind me of the four finally allowed me to pull out by blocking traffic behind for me, and you leaned out your window and sweetly proclaimed as if it was no big deal that sorry you had not seen me, and I proceeded to inform you of your worth to the planet and that if you want to be sorry try to do so before killing innocent motorists, driving such a large vehicle requires more observation and caution than many other vehicles and if you cannot use it properly get the fuck off the road. You then began to yell at me as if I had done something wrong.
I have several choice responses to this but I drove off instead of kicking your van, and the whole experience was summed up by a bicyclist who witnessed the whole event and you also almost smashed into as they were coming down everett a few cars behind me. They pulled up next to me at a light on broadway and asked me if that woman in the van was yelling at me. To which I replied yes, she was. The quote of the day "What a dumb fucking bitch, she almost fucking killed you, fuck her, is she fucking retarded? good save, later dude"
The moral of the story is, Please see people on motorcycles, I may be one of them, and you don't want to kill me do you?
Now I know I honked at you and I thought perhaps you had noticed, alas I must have been wrong. Now you seemed surprised that I was yelling at you at the top of my lungs when I finally made it out of the death zone you created for me by suddenly throwing your vehicle into reverse without lookin in your mirrors where I was plainly visible (as I was riding in the lane before you cut me off and moved to be more visible after) , laying on the horn, and reving my motor to gain your limited attention. Now I would have loved to move out of your way with grace, but since traffic behind me was so impatient and kept changing lanes and thus blocking me into my death zone I felt that it was likely less dangerous to just see what happened. On that note fuck all you people for blocking me in too.
Now when one person behind me of the four finally allowed me to pull out by blocking traffic behind for me, and you leaned out your window and sweetly proclaimed as if it was no big deal that sorry you had not seen me, and I proceeded to inform you of your worth to the planet and that if you want to be sorry try to do so before killing innocent motorists, driving such a large vehicle requires more observation and caution than many other vehicles and if you cannot use it properly get the fuck off the road. You then began to yell at me as if I had done something wrong.
I have several choice responses to this but I drove off instead of kicking your van, and the whole experience was summed up by a bicyclist who witnessed the whole event and you also almost smashed into as they were coming down everett a few cars behind me. They pulled up next to me at a light on broadway and asked me if that woman in the van was yelling at me. To which I replied yes, she was. The quote of the day "What a dumb fucking bitch, she almost fucking killed you, fuck her, is she fucking retarded? good save, later dude"
The moral of the story is, Please see people on motorcycles, I may be one of them, and you don't want to kill me do you?