On my way home tonite, i was in the center lane, had signals on to move right and exit the highway.There was a big hairy dude on a Harley in the right lane doing about 90 K. I accelertated slightly, and so did he. So i slowed down a bit, and so did he Finally, i moved in behind him and signaled that i was getting off.
He was yelling and screaming like a fool, and followed me off at my exit,slowing me and everyone behind me down to a crawl.At the stop sign, he pulled up beside me and began curseing at me in french useing some really good words that i had not heard in along time.Something about my mother and sister, and some mention to my dog.
The wife is freaking right about now, and i rolled my window down and stared him in the eyes.He put the kick down and went to get off the bike.I said "Nice Bike man".....he froze in his tracks."Thanks" he said looking confused as to why i was not afraid of him. Then i said it......dont ask me why, i have no clue.The wife drew a gasp in so deep, i thought she was haveing an attack.I said..."Tell me, do they make them for men too?"
I dont think anyone has ever talked to him like that.I felt that tight feeling you know where, when your body senses that its going to experience trauma.
He just shook his head, and laffed so hard, all he could do was get back on the bike, and fly off in a cloud of dust and harley noise.
The wife called me a big Dufus, and i though of this thread.