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Aug. 17th, 2004
Pricks on parade
Aug. 17th, 2004 12:51 pmSo on the way to the Metallica show last evening ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
conandammit and I were witness to stupidity on one wheel while cruising down hwy 36.
A guy on a crotch rocket went wizzing by at 75-80 while doing a wheely. He was standing on the rear pegs, the bike was over 60 degrees back and I'd even dare say as far as 70. Then he hit a bump, we thought for sure he was going to loose it right there in front of us. But alas, no such luck. Not only would we have had front row seats to a Darwin award, as the motorcylist volenteered himself to be ejected from the gene pool for the greater good of the human race. I could have milked his insurance company for thousands in ,emotional distress.
We were robbed.
Once we were on 35E not one minute later, heading south into St. Paul, a state trooper rode my bumper, pacing me doing 55-58 mph. Sweating me for half a mile, running my plate, what a prick.
While walking through downtown St. Paul a guy asked us from a car if he was in Minneapolis or St. Paul, a funny thing to be asked while standing in St. Paul.
conandammit and I were witness to stupidity on one wheel while cruising down hwy 36.A guy on a crotch rocket went wizzing by at 75-80 while doing a wheely. He was standing on the rear pegs, the bike was over 60 degrees back and I'd even dare say as far as 70. Then he hit a bump, we thought for sure he was going to loose it right there in front of us. But alas, no such luck. Not only would we have had front row seats to a Darwin award, as the motorcylist volenteered himself to be ejected from the gene pool for the greater good of the human race. I could have milked his insurance company for thousands in ,emotional distress.
We were robbed.
Once we were on 35E not one minute later, heading south into St. Paul, a state trooper rode my bumper, pacing me doing 55-58 mph. Sweating me for half a mile, running my plate, what a prick.
While walking through downtown St. Paul a guy asked us from a car if he was in Minneapolis or St. Paul, a funny thing to be asked while standing in St. Paul.
