And You Have No Idea How Stupid I Would Feel
While on my rainy ride yesterday--and I hate the very idea of riding in the rain, since no one's paying me to do it, I'd rather not--I was taking a...what do they call it? a nature break? comfort break? ...anyway, it's when you pee on the side of the road...when along comes this early 90s Mercury Topaz (white and rusty). Well, I got myself back together as nonchalantly as possible and hopped back on to ride away. I wonder what those hick girls thought?
Probably the standard epithet, that I often hear yelled at me from pickups or cars held together with tape and rope: "faggot!" As if Lycra automatically determines sexual preference! Oh yeah? Well, I'm sure I'm twice the man your boyfriend/husband/uncle is! He just sits on the couch in your cousin's trailer engulfing pizzas and Mountain Dew, spilling the remains down his front onto his Orange County Choppers t-shirt (but he doesn't even own a motorcycle!). I'm out here doing everything I can to increase my strength, stamina and fitness. You guy is just a heartattack waiting to happen. That's if he can stay off the sauce long enough to have one. I'm sick of you swerving TOWARD me or gunning your engines or screaming at me. I'm NOT scared of you. You're just lucky I haven't applied for my brand-new Ohio concealed-carry handgun permit. Or is a Glock in my jersey pocket just too faggoty?
Sorry, that was not directed at you girls, per se.