To the driver of the dusty red, ragged-out pick-up truck that honked at me, swerved around me, then ran through a stop light as I was pedaling east up SE Hawthorne at 4:30 today: that truck makes your dick look small.
Love,
me
To the driver of the dusty red, ragged-out pick-up truck that honked at me, swerved around me, then ran through a stop light as I was pedaling east up SE Hawthorne at 4:30 today: that truck makes your dick look small.
Love,
me
Ha. 🙂
I ride my bike in to campus daily, and I am constantly amazed at who they give a license to these days. I one had one rather charming fellow toss an empty soda can out the window that hit me square in the forehead, swerve close enough to my bike that he actually scraped my pedal while he tried to apologize through the open window, force me into a curb, and then pull over to offer me a ride and get my number.
Ass.
Sheesh. It mighta been worth getting his number (and license).
Glad you’re safe!