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And I’m out…

6 responses to “And I’m out…

  1. …and that’s why long pants boots gloves and brain buckets are minimum dress for bike riding

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  2. Evil Kenevil could have handled that.

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  3. WHATEVER, you do, do not hit the brakes. Drivers ed. it’s what used to be for dinner. 35 years later I heard the phrase signal 30 and in my fog it came back in an instant.

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  4. That was close & fast but I was taught to drive straight through it, by the time you get there it will be gone. He may have missed the yellow thing if he had.

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  5. Tom MacGyver's avatar Tom MacGyver

    …There’s this thing called “following distance…

    I had something similar happen, but not to hat degree. Was following a “junk wagon.” You know, one of those overloaded trucks headed for the dump with a driver whose “first language” doesn’t have a translation for “Tarp your load.” He was on the verge of losing one of those roll-around basketball hoops. My plan was to pass him and point toward his bed to get him to stop, thus also avoiding that basketball hoop. About that time he lost a good-sized chunk of 2×4. Trying to second-guess the trajectory of that thing was futile! It went this way, that way, bounced high, bounced low, and clocked my left hand good and solid. My gloves saved the hand. It could have been worse. Moral of the story, don’t bother trying to tell an idiot he’s being an idiot. Second moral of the story, don’t be an idiot! Tarp your effin’ load! Third moral of the story, immigration laws are there for a reason!

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  6. Since Red Death struck drivers have been getting worse.

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