Originally Posted by Chip Seal
Riding to work one morning. I took my exit. It has middle straight through, right and left turn lanes.
There is a Toyota Pickup in front of me. Driver is from the orient. He is confused, going from middle to right lane a couple of times. No directional used. I back off as I want to go right. He finally turns to the middle lane. I go down the right and he begins to come over into my lane. He saw me and veered left. He is not happy. He thought I cut him off on purpose. He is really pissed. He powers down the passenger window as I wait for traffic light. He is cussing me up one side then another. I noticed a woman passenger sitting, looking ahead. I flipped up my face shield, yelled over to him, "I see you're teaching your wife English today!"
Wow that really pissed him off.
Light turned, I sped away quickly.
Quick-witted, and smart! It's never a good idea to pick a fight with a 4,000-lb vehicle, though.
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