three nights ago, we (jeean, iaine and the driver/me and my in-laws: mommy, linlyn, zshalia and adrienne and) were headed for sm to have dinner in celebration iaine's 2nd month. we had just crossed the only bridge to our destination and, as usual, traffic moved at chelonian pace. as the car in front of us began to move forward from a full stop, i heard the irritating blare of horn from a far-behind but incoming motorcycle. as the noise grew louder, a couple on a moped slowed down on the right side of the lane ahead of us. suddenly, the source of the auditory annoyance arrived at breakneck speed and, adjective appropriate, the rider swerved to avoid the two-wheeler upfront and crashed on the side of the road all by himself. unaware, the mopeders went on and joined the other cars in the distance. without wasting a single micromoment of his wipeout, the stuntman audition reject abruptly stood up, left his motorcycle on the road and ran away. whether it was because he wanted to chase the moped, save his face from shame or it was simply due to inertia, we didn't stay long enough to find out. we drove around the fallen machine and talked and laughed about the whole thing for ten seconds.
the incident last thursday afternoon, however, took a pretty serious turn. we (jeean, iaine and i) were headed for sm (yet again) to grab some grub and have my old, timeworn specs replaced by new ones. after iaine's monthly pedia visit, we took a detour and stopped over my in-laws' house to retrieve my wedding ring which i inadvertently left in the bathroom. with the ring back around its designated wearer, i steered the revo back onto the road (i drive pretty fast when im alone but not when im with my family. now, with iaine, i drive even slower). we had not gone far from the house when a wackadoo on wheels suddenly shot out from the other side of the road and tried to take my space on the lane, nearly crashing into us. thank goodness i had taken my presence-of-mind pills that day and was able to quickly swerve away with enough inches to prevent the biked bastard for causing any damage. as i told jeean later that day, i'd have shrugged it off if i was alone (or scare the motorcycled maniac off the road by "pretending" to run him over). but in that instant, all i could think of was iaine. if i had reacted a teensy bit later or the revo had been a couple of notches faster, the motorcycle would surely have smashed on my side and we probably would have been sent crashing onto something or someone on the right side of the road. jeean and i could survive that unscathed. but a two-month old baby? i dont think so.
anyways, as i fought for control of the vehicle, the motorcycled monster did as well and slowed down behind us. i stopped in the middle of the highway and waited for him to pass. he stopped on jeean's side and the asshole had the audacity to tell me that i should have been looking where i was going. of course, i gave an expletive-ridden reply of a madman. he should have been looking where he was going because the lane was mine and he was the one attempting to take it. any person with a brain would wait until both lanes are clear before entering the lane on the other side. there wasnt even a way for me to know that he was coming onto the highway. he just popped out from nowhere. i was brimming with anger for this imbecile and literally in the process of destroying my vocal chord and having an aneurysm (also, creating a mile-long car queue). i was on the verge of getting out of the revo and introducing the douchebag to my fists when he finally asked for forgiveness, which was the first thing he should have said. he was at fault and no form of logic, law or common sense would say otherwise. he backed off and muttered about going home or something. i sincerely hope that he has taken the time to meditate about his actions and then shoot himself in the head. i really do.
so, to cap things off, fuck motorcycle morons and any kind of arrogant moron for that matter. just because you know how to do something, it does not mean you're good at it. if you dont value your life (the two idiots weren't wearing helmets btw), we value ours so fuck off and die already.
p.s. to contrast, there's a lot of things to hate in this world and everything to love about my daughter.
p.p.s. my dad used to bike around and he is very good at it. he also did motocross, so yeah, these shitheads will eat his dust.
p.p.p.s. my apologies for the fucking language.
anyways, as i fought for control of the vehicle, the motorcycled monster did as well and slowed down behind us. i stopped in the middle of the highway and waited for him to pass. he stopped on jeean's side and the asshole had the audacity to tell me that i should have been looking where i was going. of course, i gave an expletive-ridden reply of a madman. he should have been looking where he was going because the lane was mine and he was the one attempting to take it. any person with a brain would wait until both lanes are clear before entering the lane on the other side. there wasnt even a way for me to know that he was coming onto the highway. he just popped out from nowhere. i was brimming with anger for this imbecile and literally in the process of destroying my vocal chord and having an aneurysm (also, creating a mile-long car queue). i was on the verge of getting out of the revo and introducing the douchebag to my fists when he finally asked for forgiveness, which was the first thing he should have said. he was at fault and no form of logic, law or common sense would say otherwise. he backed off and muttered about going home or something. i sincerely hope that he has taken the time to meditate about his actions and then shoot himself in the head. i really do.
so, to cap things off, fuck motorcycle morons and any kind of arrogant moron for that matter. just because you know how to do something, it does not mean you're good at it. if you dont value your life (the two idiots weren't wearing helmets btw), we value ours so fuck off and die already.p.s. to contrast, there's a lot of things to hate in this world and everything to love about my daughter.
p.p.s. my dad used to bike around and he is very good at it. he also did motocross, so yeah, these shitheads will eat his dust.
p.p.p.s. my apologies for the fucking language.
