There is a small hill I have to go down on my way home from school. It is a nice scenic rout, through the trees and over a small bridge. The whole road is two lanes and very narrow, and it curves just before the bridge.
So I am driving along, minding my merry business when I notice a very pretty motorcycle coming down the other side of the road, we both approach the curve in the road and...... the bastard swings OVER the yellow line into the MIDDLE of my lane coming DIRECTLY at me, rather than slow down to handle the curve safely. Now I am driving a 94 Buick LeSebre.... it is BIG and WIDE and there is absolutely NO way I can swerve with out taking out a few trees. SO I slam on my breaks (thankfully the speed limit is 30 and I was going 22-25 since no one else was on the road and I like to take my time since it is such a pretty drive)) and BLARE my horn at the idiot....
Who then proceeds to flip me off and race away.
I swear... I'm just gonna stop caring at some point. My mind is going to snap and I am just going to start running people over.
So I am driving along, minding my merry business when I notice a very pretty motorcycle coming down the other side of the road, we both approach the curve in the road and...... the bastard swings OVER the yellow line into the MIDDLE of my lane coming DIRECTLY at me, rather than slow down to handle the curve safely. Now I am driving a 94 Buick LeSebre.... it is BIG and WIDE and there is absolutely NO way I can swerve with out taking out a few trees. SO I slam on my breaks (thankfully the speed limit is 30 and I was going 22-25 since no one else was on the road and I like to take my time since it is such a pretty drive)) and BLARE my horn at the idiot....
Who then proceeds to flip me off and race away.
I swear... I'm just gonna stop caring at some point. My mind is going to snap and I am just going to start running people over.


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