The 400 km looms for this Sunday. I’ve been commuting in this week and feel that my bike, with the up-grades, will serve me well.
I did drive in today (rest day) and was pulled over by a Sheriff’s Deputy. There were two bimbos talking on their cell phones and traffic was backing up behind them, as there was a bimbo in each lane. You may recall, Gentle Readers, that Ina Rd, which turns into Sunrise, and then into Skyline, is a road where people haul-ass to get to work. Sunday Drivers, Old Timers with no particular place to go, other than for a tee-time or to stock up on Depends—are not welcome.
Nor is it good manners, in my humble opinion, to yak on yer fuckin cell phone and drive 15 mph slower than the speed limit. Myself, and many others stuck behind you, are trying to get to work.
Anyway, I saw a chance and sped up and got around these idiots and went on my way. No long after, said Deputy pulled me over. He said, “I clocked you on my radar going 56mph. Just slow it down…”
So no ticket this time—probably because he knew I was getting around the yakkers—which I soon passed, even after being stopped by the Heat. And yes they were still blabbing on their cells.
I did drive in today (rest day) and was pulled over by a Sheriff’s Deputy. There were two bimbos talking on their cell phones and traffic was backing up behind them, as there was a bimbo in each lane. You may recall, Gentle Readers, that Ina Rd, which turns into Sunrise, and then into Skyline, is a road where people haul-ass to get to work. Sunday Drivers, Old Timers with no particular place to go, other than for a tee-time or to stock up on Depends—are not welcome.
Nor is it good manners, in my humble opinion, to yak on yer fuckin cell phone and drive 15 mph slower than the speed limit. Myself, and many others stuck behind you, are trying to get to work.
Anyway, I saw a chance and sped up and got around these idiots and went on my way. No long after, said Deputy pulled me over. He said, “I clocked you on my radar going 56mph. Just slow it down…”
So no ticket this time—probably because he knew I was getting around the yakkers—which I soon passed, even after being stopped by the Heat. And yes they were still blabbing on their cells.
Owt!
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