To each his own. To me my own.

I see… stupid people.

I have a lot of pet peeves, probably even more than the average person. After my experience going home yesterday, thought I’d touch on just one.

Anyone who knows me knows I have the utmost respect for a good motorcycle driver. I’m always on the lookout for that one headlight and allow extra following room when behind one. However… I hate those crotch-rocket motorcycles with drivers who are on a suicide mission. I literally cringe when I hear the high-pitched ‘niiiii-niiiii’ of one –  I liken it to the whine of a bitching kid. You’ll never go fast enough to please them, they simply have to be in front of you. Cops can’t catch them, and engaging in a high-speed chase isn’t worth the danger to others anyway.

One of the disadvantages of living off a long country road are these underground groups who congregate their whining little bikes and drag race. The act of drag racing changes everything – from putting their own lives in danger to inserting you and I into the mix. That’s my ultimate peeve about the assholes that choose to drive like this, the total lack of respect for others lives.

The long road I was on yesterday maintains an unspoken rule of going 5-10 mph over an already generous speed limit. I’ll go a step further to say I rarely have anyone on my bumper, if you know what I mean. In an instant, two unmistakable whines mysteriously appeared behind me. Just as the dotted line ended (did you expect anything less?) the helmet-less crotchers wizzed by doing at least 100. As they both reached the top of the hill to pass the car in front of me (seriously guys, I can’t make this shit up) the guy in the back ducked.

He DUCKED. Like that’s gonna help him out of a lethal situation. He should know that with this kind of ‘driving’, someone will eventually have the not-so-pleasant task of scraping his brains off the asphalt. I wonder how much that person gets paid? Think I’ll pass on sending in a resume for that position.

Word. There’s a time and place for everything. I like my life, and I want to keep it. If you want to risk play roulette off yourself, have at it – but know that you’re an unspeakable piece of shit if you take my life while doing so. Hey, somebody had to say it.

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8 responses

  1. Mom~

    SO glad you’re ok ..

    June 20, 2012 at 11:26 am

  2. Oh yeah, I am. But if there had been an oncoming car as he topped the hill, chances are it would’ve gone airborne in an attempt to avoid the fool biker. It happens way too often.

    June 20, 2012 at 12:33 pm

  3. You are so right that such motorcyclists are a road menace. I’m glad you were not a victim. Blessings to you, Bonnie…

    June 20, 2012 at 2:33 pm

    • It’s something that boggles my mind, Carol Ann. The shock value just never lessens for me. Blessings to you, my friend.

      June 21, 2012 at 8:03 am

  4. It’s always happy that someone is ok. 🙂

    June 21, 2012 at 9:40 am

    • Thanks Cocomino, hopefully more awareness will come to the careless drivers. I admire the careful and considerate ones.

      June 22, 2012 at 10:34 am

  5. I may not have a car but I completely felt you on that rant, Bonnie. Glad you were able to put your point across that clear. I wish all those who do the same would come across your blog. I miss wordpress and the rest of my friends here.

    June 22, 2012 at 2:27 pm

    • Thanks, dear Sony. Sometimes my rants can go a little overboard, as for this one I could have gone on and on. 🙂 We miss you on here as well. Hope your work is going well, and you’re able to return real soon!

      June 24, 2012 at 10:23 am

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