Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Travels With Troglodytes
Tonight on the way home though, I had some road rage from a personal friend of W. himself it would seem. Some dude on a two wheeled car without a muffler got behind my car for a bit, and then pulled along side me for a fair amount of time giving me the middle finger. I didn't react. I don't think he even knows for sure if I saw him. What good could come of an altercation at 65 mph anyway? The voice of Sam Kinison initially entered my head, "I hope you slide under a gas truck and taste your own blood!" But I let it go. Who cares what this dunderhead thinks?
I could be jumping to conclusions here, because I have a few stickers on the rear window. It could be possible that that troglodyte on the motor assisted bicycle-like contraption detests Clif Bars. Or perhaps he loathes the Shady Grove Coffee Company. It also entirely possible that the imagery of a cyclist evolving from an ape-like ancestor gets this guys blood pressure boiling. Steaming like an overloaded pressure cooker. Which is kind of ironic if you think about it...the simian man himself has evolved to twist the throttle with his opposable thumb and stomp on the shifter with his foot.
But perhaps I am wrong again. Maybe the anthropoid on the steel horse is actually a billionaire CEO, and depends greatly on Bush's tax cuts for his very survival. And if this is the case, I apologize. Oil Tycoon? Cattle Barron? Again, sorry.
So tonight I'm going to remove the Bush sticker. I just don't want to interact with that world anymore. And like I said...I really don't care anymore. I'll go my way, and he and his minions can go their way, which ever way that is. I just want to ride my bicycle.
Posted by Jeff Moser at 7:54 PM