MotardMan
Member
- Joined
- May 1, 2003
- Messages
- 58
- Location
- Stroud, Glos
- Car
- 94 E320 W124 Coupe, '98 C240 Estate, 31k miles!
There I am on my GSX-R1100 of 90's vintage, cruising at 85 in the outside lane passing the sleeping commuters being calmed into near coma by Radio 2, when a pikey looking Turquoise Shogun decides to drift from Lane 2 to Lane 3, he is almost on top of my heavily braking bike before the shock makes him swing back to lane 2. I resumed accelerating and glanced to my left as I drew level with his window. He was giving me the impression, via hand movements, that I had no girlfriend or wife and had to relieve myself of my own sexual frustrations......
Unbelievable. Did he think it OK to not look until he was on top of me, or was he banking on his car intimidating me into letting him out into a 50 ft gap at 60 mph?
Why did he feel the need to insult me? Embarrassment?
I dunno?
Unbelievable. Did he think it OK to not look until he was on top of me, or was he banking on his car intimidating me into letting him out into a 50 ft gap at 60 mph?
Why did he feel the need to insult me? Embarrassment?
I dunno?