Dear Bikers,

What the hell?

You’re getting free valet now? Is this your reward for slowing down traffic, wearing clown suits and your incredibly smug attitude toward drivers?

I got stuck with a biker once. We were on a long road filled with STOP signs every 200 yards. The road was wide enough for six cars and was completely empty except the two of us. When I tried passing the biker, he swerved in front of me and rode slower for a quarter mile.

When I honked at him, he stopped his bike, flipped his head around like a hair model and barked, “Bikes are allowed the whole lane – you are required by law!”

I gently replied, “You haven’t stopped at a single stop sign for the last three miles. And for bikes that is required by law.”

He looked at me, dumbfounded, then mumbled, “Fair enough.”

So I followed him for another mile. Every time he looked back, I waved, smiled and honked my horn.

If I couldn’t kill him with my car, I could kill him with kindness.

Love,
Will