Monday, October 27, 2008

Going Back To That Place where I Was Born

It all started when I went over to my local bike shop to pick up a state of the art Dual Purpose Arai helmet. @ $500 its the best type you can get. Also, I asked the dude about some support in case I "spilled". He said " you should'nt be thinking about falling"... Fucking dumbshit, Bruce @ Prospect Cycles in Prospect Park Brooklyn where I picked the bike up. Anyway, lemme say, its any and every motorcyclists worst fear to be hit by a car. While riding its sickening to even think of it. But, unlike Bruce I did today. Was at L&B Spumonis and on my way back @ ave W and Ocean Pkwy, a major intersection. Some god darn pakis, with their SUV in the left lane, blinking left, decided just as I was passing that they in fact wanted to turn right. With that, the inevitable. Instead of hitting head on, everythiing slow and clear, I figured I'll twist the handle bars and so I sorta knocked or was knocked by these terrorizing gangsters and thrown from my WR instead of running directly IN to them which I imagine would have ended worse. People have been telling me, "be careful, its not you", its others were worried about. Well, Im a great example of one of those. The dudes that hit me thought it smart to peel off and quickly make haste but half way down the block realized many people saw. They came out and claimed I "fell". This got me heated. Not only did this dick nearly kill me but now trys and make a joke of it. A friend of mine was driving by and stopped when he seen me scuffling with the 5 of em. Wanted to write a post a day or two ago about how much I love being healthy and full. I'm not like those unappreciative. Today while getting X rays in the hospital I stepped out for a smoke. Stood there still mad at those ijiots for saying I fell, when this old thin dude in a wheelchair came out for a smoke himself. Went on about how many times hes been hit by cars. Frail, ugly and spoke in hebrew, personable is the last word in the dictionary 1 might use to describe this gent. Probably my guide soul, caught me off guard, was trying to convey a message I kept brushing off. A strange gent indeed.