The things people say..

I had an encounter with one of life's true gentlemen today. I was standing by the bus stop, wondering what mental challenges I could set myself to make the hours at work less unbearable, when the invasive roar of a motorbike shook my senses. The guy riding it was straight from the "Aged Roadies That Ride Bikes" catalogue - long, unkempt beard, Harley T-shirt, torn jeans, black boots, dirty grey hair under a Nazi trooper-style helmet, and tattoos on every square inch of skin. As he approached the traffic lights, an old man in a Peugeot changed lanes in front of him, missing him by the princely distance of a good thirty feet. Apparently, to an aged biker, this is an intolerable invasion of personal space.
"Use your indicators you f***ing idiot. You stupid f***ing c***," he yelled, showing his brittle yellow teeth in the process. "Stupid old f***ing c***, GET OFF THE ROAD!!"
I stood there smiling, then realised that he was looking straight at me from behind his Harley wrap-around sunglasses. He looked wound up tighter than a reel of clingfilm, and there was no question that someone or something would be feeling the brunt of that anger. I thought my smile might mean it was me, so I shook my head, tutted and said "Some people, eh?"
He said "Yeah - and they wonder why you drag 'em out of the car and kick the f***ing shit out of 'em."
And people say bikers are foul-mouthed and aggresive.

RC 13-8-09