impatient folks, self centered, inconsidrate, oblivious folks arrrrg
reminds me of a story-
one winter I was headed from Klamath Falls to Baker via Lakeview for X-Mas. Got on the road to Burns at Riley junction and a big rig pulls right up my tail pipe. I was doing 70 in a 55 so I figured heck with, I'm holding at 70 and if he wants to kill himself trying to pass, so be it. For miles the psyco trucker from hell would come roaring up on my bumper...I could count the different types of bugs in his radiator...look to pass, and then drop back. Finaly just at the outskirts of beautifull Burns he passed me. As I got into town he was pulling off at a gas station, I thought "good riddance psyco trucker from hell" as I rolled on down the road and stopped at a store for more road snacks. As I was leaving the store, the psyco trucker from hell came roaring into the parking lot, locked up his brakes and slid to a stop next to my rig......I started to get a bit of an adrenal rush in preparation to give this psyco trucker from hell the Tony Lama treatment.
When he came boiling out that truck and made a mad dash to the portable crapatorium, it all made sense to me..I laughed my arse off......I hope that wasn't you Tom
reminds me of a story-
one winter I was headed from Klamath Falls to Baker via Lakeview for X-Mas. Got on the road to Burns at Riley junction and a big rig pulls right up my tail pipe. I was doing 70 in a 55 so I figured heck with, I'm holding at 70 and if he wants to kill himself trying to pass, so be it. For miles the psyco trucker from hell would come roaring up on my bumper...I could count the different types of bugs in his radiator...look to pass, and then drop back. Finaly just at the outskirts of beautifull Burns he passed me. As I got into town he was pulling off at a gas station, I thought "good riddance psyco trucker from hell" as I rolled on down the road and stopped at a store for more road snacks. As I was leaving the store, the psyco trucker from hell came roaring into the parking lot, locked up his brakes and slid to a stop next to my rig......I started to get a bit of an adrenal rush in preparation to give this psyco trucker from hell the Tony Lama treatment.
When he came boiling out that truck and made a mad dash to the portable crapatorium, it all made sense to me..I laughed my arse off......I hope that wasn't you Tom
