Posted on Thursday, June 30, 2011
in Letters to the World
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.