Years ago I was driving in the fast line at O'dark thirty going to work. I was going at least 70 and some dip-#### biker comes flying up on me, gets behind me and wants me to move. Well, if you ride my ass, I'm not real good about getting over in much of a hurry. I may even slow down for safety's sake.
So, after about 30 seconds of me not following orders, Mr. Einstein goes raging around me and actually slaps the hood of my car in anger. I burst out laughing at just how effing stupid this guy was.
I have no doubt his funeral, which couldn't have been too many year after this, included conversation about his love of his bike and the joy it brought him.
Dad says there is 'right' and there is 'dead right'.