Dec 02, 2009 20:38
I had class this evening. It was pretty normal and boring. Psych 1 class.
As I'm driving through the campus parking lot at a safe speed, some fella is following along behind me, revving his crotch rocket, I guess..because I was not going fast enough for the likes of him. I drive a '90 firebird which has a bit of a mean growl to it, so maybe he just felt he had to show me up? I dunno.
Anyhoo, the guy slowly passes me on my left - and I can see he's all decked out in his motorcycle PJ's. Those 'Hey I ride a motorcycle!' outfits that some motorcyclists wear - usually the ones on those flashy-speedy bikes. So he gets in front of me and revs his engine again before hammering on the throttle. Normally this would be where our motorcycle ace would give me the business..except I guess he wasn't used to the power he was handling. The rear tire on his bike fish-tailed quite a lot and the guy almost fell over on his bike right in front of me as I'm driving along.
I seriously laughed my ass off. I flashed my lights to thank the guy - though he didn't stick around long after that. Like a wounded warrior, he zoomed off into the darkness. I just hope that the guy doesn't get someone else killed when he inevitably trashes his pride and joy.
I don't get why so many motorcyclists feel they need to prove something to you if you're on two extra wheels.