I just returned from bike night early because I am a pretty pissed. We drove over to bike night in my wife’s car, because my CB is still under rebuild. I am pulling into the cars only parking area when I stop to let a couple and their children cross to safety. Some biker on a cruiser behind me lays on his horn because I guess he thought that I stopped short. Who knows. So I park and begin to walk over to some buddies of mine. This joker comes up to me, with alcohol on his breather and says, “Hey you, learn to drive your shiny Volvo you f’n yuppie idiot.” My reply, “Yeah, okay you drunk bastard, I guess you didn’t see the family with the two little kids that was crossing the parking area, maybe that is because you had a little too much to drink.” His reply, “Oh, so you are a f’n tuff guy huh.” As he stands in front of me, I respond, “Listen Pal…” My wife grabs my hand and begins to pull me away. I pull my hand away and continue, “In about three seconds you’ll find yourself in a world of hurt if you don’t get your drunk ass out of my way.” Just then this guy walks over and puts his hand on the idiot’s shoulder. The idiot turns and this guy has his badge out (PA State Trooper). He says, “So, what is the problem over here.” The idiot says “oh, nothing.” The trooper looks at me and winks. He says to the idiot, “Well, from what I hear, it looks like you are harassing this nice couple. Sir, have you been drinking alcohol this evening.” The idiot replies, “It is none of your damn business what I have been doing.” The trooper says to him, “Well then, you have some choices to make, I can give you a sobriety test because I saw you ride in on your bike, or I can let this guy (pointing to me) loose on you for cussing at him and disturbing his evening.” The idiot looks stunned and guilty. The trooper then says to the idiot, “I suggest that you go into the restaurant and call someone to pick you up, because if I see you on your bike, I will have you arrested tonight, is that clear Sir.” The idiot looks at the trooper and then walks into the restaurant. The trooper, my long time friend Nick, says to me, “I wasn’t going to come over, but if I let a Judge’s husband kick some guy’s ass, it would be all over the newspaper tomorrow. Let’s go in and have a drink and make sure that guy is calling for a ride.”
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