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Edited on Sun Nov-16-03 05:37 PM by realpolitik
My girlfriend and I were out riding our bikes this afternoon. And were going down a long hill/bridge by the KC west bottoms. She was behind me, and I heard a long horn blast from back where she was.
I looked in my helmet mirror and saw a light blue Ram pickup, one of the boxy 80s models.
The truck buzzed her, coming within about 2 feet of her, and he saw me up ahead. He seemed to accelerate, and never let off the horn, buzzing by me with what seemed like between a foot to a foot and a half, trying to crowd me into the bridge railing. I did not budge, and he did not have the balls to bump me.
We exchanged one finger salutes, and the Bastard pulled around in a side alley at the bottom of the hill, thinking to get another pass at us from behind. I cut him off at the exit to the alley and told him that I had his plate number and would be calling the hypos when I got home.
His response was an amazing blast from the past. Straight from my redneck childhood to now, he made his parting shot...
"I don't care what you think you fuckin nigger lover!"
To which I said -- "I got your license plate number and you just assaulted two bicyclists." And a reference to his level of filial devotion, I do admit it...
My girlfriend, BTW is Welsh/Scandinavian. But that was the worst insult he could think of.
I got off my bike, and he gunned off, laying rubber. I guess he showed me... I wish he'd have stuck around, so that he could tell his friends how he got beat up, omitting the fact that it was by a cripple. I was so furious. My Sweetheart was too, and she didn't get there in time to hear his comment. I think he would have buzzed her again, but he suddenly realized we were standing in front of a prison gate.
Right after I post this. I am going to call my buddies in the Mo Hiway Patrol.
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