Surviving My Life

Meeting the Naitives

Well, what a great day. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. I showed the new Italian Professor around town. I helped my dad shingle the roof.

Some random guy on the street tried to kill me.

That's right. He tried to kill me.

I was traveling down the highway (Route 12, to be exact) which was under construction. The speed limit changed to 40, at which point I dropped down to about 45. That's when the lane on the left started to merge with mine.

And that's also when "Mr. Harley" decided to attempt to pass me - on the left.

He wasn't there before. He was doing about 70. In said workzone. Instead of getting behind me - he tried to eek past me.

It didn't work.

His motorcyle had a side carriage on it - and it clipped the side of my car.

Of course, furious at this jokers inability to follow moving regulations, I got him to pull over - to see if there was any damage, and also to get his insurance if their was any.

I wasn't in the wrong he was.

But, Mr. Harley had other ideas.

He started swinging the moment I got out of my car. The first three punches got nothing but air. The last two punches were deflected by me (Still wondering what the heck is going on).

Seeing that punching me wasn't working, he decided to start pushing me around - all while screaming obsenities at me.

That's when the police officers from across the street saw this, and ran over. He ate some pavement and they hauled him away.

Thankfully, there wasn't any damage to my car - not even a scratch.

And I'm fine too.

My life....jeepers. It's never boring, that's for sure.

posted by Jeremiah @ 00:30