every single day I have to use the car, 20 km to the return leg and the same, because I work away in an area poorly served by public transport, and so I have to hell, a snake of cars, traffic delays, traffic jams, accidents, across town, trying to avoid the hot spots, by voting in every saint, for all wires smooth, smooth ... is a continuous yearn for the arrival, which then is not the least of all evils, because there is always another effort, the search for parking space that will allow you to finally abandon the car and all the tension ... and tell that the workday has not started yet ... cmq this is not the point, what I wanted to speak to motorcyclists are, a category then not so dissimilar from the " golfers, but that I think deserves a little attention ... I think you have this type of subject, but apparently normal people armed with contempt of danger that compete in slalom and every kind of violation of the rules of the road just to go, most of the time under a car ... Well, I of these idiots I meet hundreds, because the road is long and then as they say, the mother of fools is always pregnant ... but depth:
people who have DNA in the excessive use of horn, but that goes with the yellow with red, which makes the hair to pedestrians, concealing the plaque, which speeds where everything slows down, the leaves or the splits, that makes you jump the mirror and not even stop, he does not know the line, who can not wait, which is always impatient, impatiently, that takes a hole and the common complaint that from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds that the above is an opinion, an optional traffic lights, the code text discretionary ...
invasions lane and then, cuts at pedestrian crossings, transit on sidewalks, streets in the wrong entrance to, parking savage, noise, and down curses, insults, frantic gesticulations, they are the bosses, everything is allowed, or rather, had to ... they open waters, it must pass the Messiah!
and then you find them lying on the ground, cursing, if things go well, and tell him what you want, smile, it was inevitable, he who sows collects rain storm, I do not feel pity, I smile, though both have gone wrong, beasts
cmq ... now comes the winter, it's time to tame your passion, you put the box in half, to go into hibernation, unless you're the brave, where I can only wish fucking winter rain and frost ... bon voyage! y
clxpq: joe r. Lansdale - "mambo Bear"
