So...I'm riding my motorcycle up a three-lane road. Seemingly out of nowhere there's a Cadillac Escalade...Right. On. My. Arse. I was in the middle lane and the other two lanes were clear so he could have passed me easily, but whatever. I move over to the right, and he moves over behind me, getting closer and closer. I can see him making lovely gestures and vaguely hear him ranting at me.
I move back in to the middle lane and he's still on me, so I gun it and move over to the left. He pulls up next to me at the next light, and I look over at him as he leans out to (presumably) continue his tirade face-to-face. Suddenly he gets a really surprised look on his face and says "wow, sorry, I didn't realize you were a girl!". I sat and spluttered for a moment, but before any clever retort popped into my head the light changed.
I have to move into his lane again to make my turn and he gives me plenty of space and waves at me as I turn off. WTHeck?
I sure home my boyfriend, uncle, friends, or anyone here don't come across this a-hole. I'm finally starting to get used to the idea that you have to treat riding like every car on the road is trying to kill you, but this seriously hit a nerve...What is WRONG with some people?
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