the pricks that have to get right on your ass at a stop lite
this reminds me of way back in New Jersey.
I was driving then, "only had an off road bike"
On the Garden State Parkway.
If you ever had the pleasure this road has toll booths every so many miles.
when I would get the usual
pushy bastid behind me in the toll booths
My car would suddenly develop a severe case of vapor lock.
I would ham it up good too. the toll booth operator would ask me if there was a problem.
and i would tell him that the Guy behind me needs to be taught a lesson in patience.
usually i would step out of my car at this point and open the hood, and look at the guy behind
just sitting there. Stuck between the concrete dividers of the toll booth with traffic just crammed up from behind.
the guy usually BOILING by this point is chewing on his steering wheel. the toll booth operator loves seeing this happen
I bet it must have made his day.
as I finally close the hood on my car I ask the toll keeper to take his time giving the guy his change.
just to see his veins pop out of his neck. I usually get a good laugh from the guy in the toll plaza.
and so i go on my way. feeling quite satisfied as my speed demon friend then blows by me.
then later down the road if I'm real lucky i get to see him on the side of the road being visited by NJ's finest.
MAN I MISS JERSEY!
hahahaha