Where do people get off?

Where do people get off?

My Harley Davidson motorcycle has pipes on it loud enough to kick start Grandma’s heart and she’s been dead over twenty years. A couple months ago, I was splitting lanes here in California where it’s legal to do that, the traffic was flowing at about 30 miles per hour and I was splitting at 35-40 miles per hour, when I came up on a clown in an old Chevy van. He was in the right side of the lane and sometimes near the middle of the lane as I approached. I could see him in his rear view mirror looking at me as I neared the rear bumper of his vehicle; all of a sudden he veers to the left to cut me off from passing him. I slammed on my brakes, which made him laugh and I tried again to pass him. This clown had the gall to do it again, so I backed off, waited for the car to my left to go by and fallowed it in the left lane to pass the clown up. What a jerk, where do people get off, thinking they can rule the road the way they think it should be ruled, or is it just plain jealousy that a man on a bike can get through traffic easier than a clown in a van.

Cruising interstate 215 one day with my brothers, after dark had set in and traffic was crawling at 20 miles per hour. The tail end guy, known in the biker world as a Road Captain, swung over into the left diamond lane when the coast was clear and flashed his headlight at the front guy letting him know, it was safe for him to come on over. All of a sudden some nitwit blond not only fallows him into the diamond lane, but she goes all the way into the emergency lane to pass up the Road Captain, nearly wiping out the whole pack of bikes that were just starting to merge into the left lane. As two guys jumped out of formation and proceeded to chase her and find out what her problem was, they came up along the car and the blond just motioned them along as though she did nothing wrong. Seriously, where do people get off?

Last year, while running a pack of bikers at over 500 bikes, the on ramps were closed by Road Captains and we were riding in the far right lane as to keep the whole pack together as a unit. At one of the on ramps, an individual must have thought to himself "this is ridicules, I don’t have to wait for this parade" and off he went, around the blockade of two Road Captains and squeezed his way into the pack, causing a bit of chaos in the pack. The automobile swung out of the pack into the left lanes and accelerated to a high speed. A Highway Patrol Officer was in hot pursuit with three Road Captains on his tail. With the help of the members who were involved, the officer towed the vehicle and took the idiot to jail for reckless endangerment's to other motorists and excessive speeds of over 30 miles over the speed limit. Guess he wasn’t in that big of a hurry after all, but where do people get off?

Three years ago, my mom was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, we fallowed on the bike. After about 3 hours of waiting around for test results and other tests to be done, my wife and I decided to go home for the night and come back in the morning. The doctor had told us that they would be keeping her the night anyhow. As we came around the parked cars in the parking lot, I was hearing a lot of laughter and bright lights going off, like a camera. I ran to the bike to see a toddler sitting on my bike, playing with the on/off switch and his ignorant parents are laughing and carrying on about their ‘big boy on a Harley’ and taking snap shots with their camera. I was, to say the least, furious and started toward the man of the crew to beat him down. My wife has just a bit more restraint than I do and she intervened before I could reach this imbecile. Foreigners, as my wife later explained, don’t know the rights or proper educate of the biker world and the pride a man holds on his possessions. Where do people get off?

Last week, at the local Home Depot, I had just spent $788.00 on lumber for the roof of our 350 square foot back porch. I asked the clerk if there were any yard bird out and about that could help me load the lumber into by truck and he responded "yes, I’ll call them right now for you, can you pull your truck up into the loading zone while you wait for them to arrive?", I responded with an ‘of course, because I’m so old". I pulled the truck around and proceeded to load the truck myself. I was about half way through loading when I noticed this same cashier leaning on his check out desk and carrying on with three other guys while watching me load my own truck. It took me 45 minutes to load the truck and get on my way home. I was exhausted and very ticked off. I called the store manager when I got home and filled his ears with a few choice words and wanted to know if that was the new policy of the Home Depot Corporation or was I singled out? Just exactly where do people get off?

This last little incident happened over 20 years ago, when I was marries to my second wife. Wife #2 was a 5’2" tall blond with a 30 year old body on a 40 year old frame. She drove a Mitsubishi Eclipse with the turbo engine and thus got pulled over frequently for excessive speeds. In the 18 years that we were together, she accumulated one ticket, Minnesota, a trip we took back to Wisconsin and the cop was a dirty cop that just wanted money. The ticket never even showed on her record. Anyhow, this particular cop, here in California, had stopped her on her way home from work for speeding 15 miles per hour over the speed limit. Mind you, she’s an RN at the local Emergency Room, thus he gave her a warning. Not even a week later, the same cop pulls me over for 8 miles per hour over the speed limit in the same neighborhood and I receive a speeding ticket, even after I told him I was a Nurse for the other local hospital, but I was on my Harley. Where do people get off?