I have a soft spot for crazy people. Maybe cause I have a touch of crazy in me. But on my way to work, I say a great scene. There was a guy riding his bike on the wrong side of the road. He is totally odd, with a half shirt, hair to his shoulders unkempt, moustache, short shorts, and a general dirty aura to him. He's riding a 1980's style road bike and caring two long sticks. So, now this is a fairly well traveled street and cars are coming towards him. So he stops his bike and raises up a stick and points it at the car like a rifle and puts his eye up to the "sight" and pretends to be ready to shoot. So, the car just goes around him. Then a big truck shows up and a line of traffic behind the truck. That crazy bastard wasn't going to move what so ever. Every single car, truck and motorcycle had to go around him. I loved it. It totally made me laugh out loud.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Crazy Person
I have a soft spot for crazy people. Maybe cause I have a touch of crazy in me. But on my way to work, I say a great scene. There was a guy riding his bike on the wrong side of the road. He is totally odd, with a half shirt, hair to his shoulders unkempt, moustache, short shorts, and a general dirty aura to him. He's riding a 1980's style road bike and caring two long sticks. So, now this is a fairly well traveled street and cars are coming towards him. So he stops his bike and raises up a stick and points it at the car like a rifle and puts his eye up to the "sight" and pretends to be ready to shoot. So, the car just goes around him. Then a big truck shows up and a line of traffic behind the truck. That crazy bastard wasn't going to move what so ever. Every single car, truck and motorcycle had to go around him. I loved it. It totally made me laugh out loud.
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Hah!
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