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hot_pastrami · 11-23-2003, 12:43 PM

I usually don't say anything, either, because like our dear juju, I have a sea of patience with people most of the time. Occasionally I'll tell someone "You must be lost, the end of the line is back there," but it rarely goes beyond that.

One humorous exceptions is when I was biking on a paved bike trail with my father last year. The trail winds through one of the canyons here, and we were speeding down one of the downhill slopes. I was a good ways ahead of my pop when the dude ahead of me decided to stop suddenly. I didn't have much warning, but I had enough time to just go around him in the oncoming traffic lane, which was empty. That is, untl the dumbass who had stopped in the middle of the trail turned his bike without looking, blocking both lanes about ten feet in front of me.

I was on my brand new bike, which had really good brakes. Better than I was used to. With nowhere to go now, I pulled all the brakes, and the bike stopped, tipping forward. But due to some principle called "inertia," my body did not stop along with the bike. I somehow stepped over the handlebars, my feet hit the ground, and I clobbered the guy with my shoulder at full speed. A second later, my now tumbling bike joined us, followed by my dad, who was far enough behind that he had time to stop safely.

He arrived just in time for me to hear me unleash a string of profanities on the guy (who was, incidentally, a huge SOB who had hardly been fazed by my impact), and I told him that he might try looking over his expletive shoulder before stopping in the middle of the expletivie bike trail, stupid expletive.

My dad's eyes got pretty big, he's not used to hearing me curse so eloquently. But the other guy just mumbled an apology and went on his way.

11-23-2003, 12:43 PM	#24
hot_pastrami I am meaty Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: Salt Lake City, UT Posts: 1,119	I usually don't say anything, either, because like our dear juju, I have a sea of patience with people most of the time. Occasionally I'll tell someone "You must be lost, the end of the line is back there," but it rarely goes beyond that. One humorous exceptions is when I was biking on a paved bike trail with my father last year. The trail winds through one of the canyons here, and we were speeding down one of the downhill slopes. I was a good ways ahead of my pop when the dude ahead of me decided to stop suddenly. I didn't have much warning, but I had enough time to just go around him in the oncoming traffic lane, which was empty. That is, untl the dumbass who had stopped in the middle of the trail turned his bike without looking, blocking both lanes about ten feet in front of me. I was on my brand new bike, which had really good brakes. Better than I was used to. With nowhere to go now, I pulled all the brakes, and the bike stopped, tipping forward. But due to some principle called "inertia," my body did not stop along with the bike. I somehow stepped over the handlebars, my feet hit the ground, and I clobbered the guy with my shoulder at full speed. A second later, my now tumbling bike joined us, followed by my dad, who was far enough behind that he had time to stop safely. He arrived just in time for me to hear me unleash a string of profanities on the guy (who was, incidentally, a huge SOB who had hardly been fazed by my impact), and I told him that he might try looking over his expletive shoulder before stopping in the middle of the expletivie bike trail, stupid expletive. My dad's eyes got pretty big, he's not used to hearing me curse so eloquently. But the other guy just mumbled an apology and went on his way. __________________ Hot Pastrami!