0 comment Tuesday, June 17, 2014 | admin
This morning I left for work on my bike. With-in half a block I had to yell, "Get the hell over you fuck," at some lady driving right at me down the middle of Elizabeth Street. Apparently she believed I should squeeze my ass next to the parked cars even though there's ice moguls right next to them
Wow. I couldn't believe I yelled that. I was completely content. Still had some Portishead going through my mind and everything. I just couldn't believe that she thought the middle of the road was "her lane."
Anyway, moral of the story, don't listen to Portishead.
Wow. I couldn't believe I yelled that. I was completely content. Still had some Portishead going through my mind and everything. I just couldn't believe that she thought the middle of the road was "her lane."
Anyway, moral of the story, don't listen to Portishead.
Labels: Bike Commuting, Cars, Crying