Well I know Ali and I weren't slated to
die today. On the bike one mile from the house stopped on the center
line to make a left turn, two bikes go by on the right and then whap,
the right mirror is spun around and the whole brake and accelerator
assembly moves forward and down and hits the directional. A SUV had
just hit us! The speed limit is 40 and he was doing it. I took off
after him finally got in front of him and forced him to stop. Called
the cops. Little 18 year old HS kid, I was yelling at him through the
window, a few Fbombs you POS things like that. He looks at me and
says I don't like being sworn at, I told him I didn't fnng care he
was an aho and a few other things. What went through my mind was you
would like it less if dragged your candy ass through that window beat
you to a pulp and left you in the bushes, I didn't say it and I
didn't do it. The cops showed and Ali was still riding on adrenaline
and the cop had to tell her to calm down or she was going to be
pinched, she calmed down. End of story he received citations for
what I won't know until I get the report later this week, he couldn't
even drive home his mother had to drive him he was so upset. She was
happy we weren't hurt and very upset with her son. I'm taking the
bike in to have the assembly looked at on her dime. I can't believe
we took a hit on the bike while stopped and the other vehicle doing
forty or more and not a scratch. If it was a car I wouldn't have a
right arm. I guess our Higher Power has more plans for Ali and
myself.
