Can the whole idea of Driving get any worse today?
I already posted about my yet to end saga with the Shanghai DMV (or whatever it’s called here.. Ministry of Motor Vehicles?). The whole idea of driving just got a bit more painful tonight on the way back from the other job.
I was so close to home tonight, I could smell the ayi’s cooking already! As I passed my beloved Century Mart, a car came barreling out of the parking lot. I was on my bike, pretty much just heading home when…
He fucking HIT ME!
Not that hard, mind you. His bumper got up into my petals, and I managed to keep control of the bike. But that’s about all I kept control of. I turned around and YELLED! I don’t remember what exactly, but it was something along the lines of JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! WHAT THE FUCK?!
The car backed off rather quickly and I kept going, waiting for them to pass me. A blue taxi passed instead, so I figured I scared the hell out of them enough that they were going to keep their distance. I turned toward home and realized, I haven’t yelled like that in years!
I have a few beers now, so time to relax. Maybe a little Grand Theft Auto is in order.
