The Growler
May 3rd, 2003, 11:40 AM
This is posted in the hope the lunatic clown with Short Dick Syndrome on what I think was a CBR or a Yamaha on Saturday night last reads it.
Time: about midnight. Place: Buendia headed towards Pasay from Makati. I was driving sedately down that poorly lit throughfare, observing the traffic lights in case some color-blind fool coming out of a side turning didn't accord me the same courtesy. That wasn't good enough for you. You clearly thought you were clever enough not to need traffic lights and it annoyed you when I observed them. So you weaved back and forth around me, undertaking, overtaking, trying to prove how clever you were. Lots of revs and noise and juvenile behaviour.
And so we proceeded in this fashion with me trying to ignore you until we got to the Ayala Buendia junction, where you swerved right in front of me at the red light. For once you had to stop because of a bus crossing the intersection.
When you stopped your engine stalled. It wouldn't start again, and a right stupid berk you looked like, thumbing the starter without success. I rolled the window down, gave you a cheery wave, and proceeded on my way when the light turned green. You by then had got off your bike and were pushing it to the side. So much for ego, what a prat you looked. I hope it was a long sweaty push home for you.
I should have been pleased that you lost this encounter on points. I wasn't pleased, because you , sir, are a disgrace to the motorcycling community. The first thing you should lose is your licence, the second your motorcycle (before you kill yourself, or worse, somebody else) and third is you should spend 3 months of nights working unpaid on the A & E unit of your local hospital mopping the blood off the floor while your retarded development is addressed and you start to grow up.
I ride a bike too and I am ashamed to think I share the roads with a low-life like you. Your disgraceful behaviour causes me and my friends to be judged by non-bikers against your dismal performance. Non-bikers wil not remember the times when riders around them were being responsible; they will certainly remember the antics of cretins like you. You don't have the right to mess up my riding image nor that of my friends.
If you ever read this you will know who you are.
Time: about midnight. Place: Buendia headed towards Pasay from Makati. I was driving sedately down that poorly lit throughfare, observing the traffic lights in case some color-blind fool coming out of a side turning didn't accord me the same courtesy. That wasn't good enough for you. You clearly thought you were clever enough not to need traffic lights and it annoyed you when I observed them. So you weaved back and forth around me, undertaking, overtaking, trying to prove how clever you were. Lots of revs and noise and juvenile behaviour.
And so we proceeded in this fashion with me trying to ignore you until we got to the Ayala Buendia junction, where you swerved right in front of me at the red light. For once you had to stop because of a bus crossing the intersection.
When you stopped your engine stalled. It wouldn't start again, and a right stupid berk you looked like, thumbing the starter without success. I rolled the window down, gave you a cheery wave, and proceeded on my way when the light turned green. You by then had got off your bike and were pushing it to the side. So much for ego, what a prat you looked. I hope it was a long sweaty push home for you.
I should have been pleased that you lost this encounter on points. I wasn't pleased, because you , sir, are a disgrace to the motorcycling community. The first thing you should lose is your licence, the second your motorcycle (before you kill yourself, or worse, somebody else) and third is you should spend 3 months of nights working unpaid on the A & E unit of your local hospital mopping the blood off the floor while your retarded development is addressed and you start to grow up.
I ride a bike too and I am ashamed to think I share the roads with a low-life like you. Your disgraceful behaviour causes me and my friends to be judged by non-bikers against your dismal performance. Non-bikers wil not remember the times when riders around them were being responsible; they will certainly remember the antics of cretins like you. You don't have the right to mess up my riding image nor that of my friends.
If you ever read this you will know who you are.