Yeah, those little #$%*s put me into the curb a bit and sped off laughing. So, I chased them down through the town and caught them about 7-8 blocks up. I wonder how they felt being caught by a chick with 1 1/2 legs on a bicycle? I'm sure they didn't tell
that part of the story to their buddies.
I love the guy in the big pickup last year who pulled up next to me on my HD 883 and made a "chick bike" comment out the window at me, laughing to his buddy. I put up my visor, looked him right in the eye and said "Yeah it's a chick bike. I'm a
chick #$%*."
I make friends wherever I go.