rage and serenity

B-Rad would be proud of me. friday night rolling home from work i had a discussion with a driver on the road. i say discussion not argument because we had the same point, and i had not grabbed for my beat stick in the backpack. this douchebag (my new alternative to the F bomb) blows past me in the access lane on ogden doing at least 60. i know this as i had a nice tailwind and was doing in the neighborhood of 50kph when this guy inches away blows past me faster than Michael Vick's hommies rolled over on him to cop a plea. for those that do not know ogden - there are 3 lanes that rol on the main road, and about a lane and a half on the inside of a median for whatever reason. now there are separate stoplights for the main road and the access road. this douchbag blows right past me, and thru the red light. it was red for a sold 30 seconds more before i got there to have it green. he finally gets stopped at the next one because there is a green for cross traffic. I roll up to him and simply say hey, you may wanna leave more room when you are blasting past people on bikes. He says the road is for cars and not bikes. At this point i simply agree and say yes - cars should be on the road - AND obey the sped limit within reason AND not blow red lights. He claims to be going with traffic and the light was green. whatever. see - no arguement. the light dropped green and i parked myself smack in the center of the lane rolling still at appx 30mph. he finally blew past me on the mainroad flipping me something calling me something else. i could tell by the faux designer glasses and backwards hat in his late 90's 5 series german sedan that he was clearly a nut smooch, probably on his way to get a hundred dollar handjob off cicero somewhere. so i let it go. the rest of my ride home was fine, and i even saw the above pack of deer just outside the forest preserve to remind me there is a hideout from all metal morons in the world.

fat kid - OUT