So, I need to get under the front of the car and because the car is so low this is rather difficult, so I pull the car out of the garage onto the street and ride it up on a speed bump to take a peek under.
I'm under the car, and a cyclist whizzes by, which startles me. The cyclists mumbles an "Oops!" as he passes. I get up, go over to the side of the car, and what do I find?
The a**h*** cyclist SPIT on my car! There's a big loogie dripping down the side of my car. What the hell kind of society do we live in where some a**h*** cyclist just spits on ones car? My car is me; you spit on my car you're spitting on me.
Of course, I immediately got in my car and tried to chase him down, but he was long gone. (My neighborhood is small, but has lots of side streets.)
F**K! I'm pissed!
[Lud -- feel free to delete. I just needed to vent.]
-Bob
I'm under the car, and a cyclist whizzes by, which startles me. The cyclists mumbles an "Oops!" as he passes. I get up, go over to the side of the car, and what do I find?
The a**h*** cyclist SPIT on my car! There's a big loogie dripping down the side of my car. What the hell kind of society do we live in where some a**h*** cyclist just spits on ones car? My car is me; you spit on my car you're spitting on me.
Of course, I immediately got in my car and tried to chase him down, but he was long gone. (My neighborhood is small, but has lots of side streets.)
F**K! I'm pissed!
[Lud -- feel free to delete. I just needed to vent.]
-Bob