unixpirate
07-16-2007, 10:26 PM
to see the driver of this crotch rocket was not a statistic. :yay:
Coming home from DC about 4 on 301 South, this crotch rocket was weaving in and out of traffic. They ride like all drivers are aware these bikes are next to you and then like the taz manian devil, they are between two cars, across two lanes, :jameo: then next to you again :buttkick:. So I come up to the light at Southern Maryland Hospital. It's red. Their is an unmarked cop car with lights blinking blocking him/us from going through the light. I'm guessing Mr. Crotch (Boner) passed the cop, who wasn't going South but making a left at the Hospital. He had the opportunity to have a chat with Mr. statistic went across traffic waiting for the light to turn green and pulled in front of traffic, totally blocking him and all of us from moving forward. I watched the cop litterally chew him out, (wish I was a fly on the wall) and told him to pull over on the right. As he did.
We don't know the rest of the story :popcorn:
Coming home from DC about 4 on 301 South, this crotch rocket was weaving in and out of traffic. They ride like all drivers are aware these bikes are next to you and then like the taz manian devil, they are between two cars, across two lanes, :jameo: then next to you again :buttkick:. So I come up to the light at Southern Maryland Hospital. It's red. Their is an unmarked cop car with lights blinking blocking him/us from going through the light. I'm guessing Mr. Crotch (Boner) passed the cop, who wasn't going South but making a left at the Hospital. He had the opportunity to have a chat with Mr. statistic went across traffic waiting for the light to turn green and pulled in front of traffic, totally blocking him and all of us from moving forward. I watched the cop litterally chew him out, (wish I was a fly on the wall) and told him to pull over on the right. As he did.
We don't know the rest of the story :popcorn: