Everyday on the way to work there's a stratch of my commute that's only about 1/4 mile. I always tell myself that it's the worse part of my 25 mile drive. It's a residental street that has no stop signs but the streets that intersect with it does. Well, this bastard in his minivan barely stops at the stop sign and proceeds to go right through as I'm approaching him. I pulled on the brakes and the back wheel ended up locked and my forks went way down low. I missed him by mere inches. The guy stopped and waved at me to go ahead (gee thanks!)but kept his eye contact very minimal. He new I was pissed and he could hear call him a Mother Fukr over my engine and with his window rolled up. When I passed him, he quickly sped off in his minivan.
It's probably the closest I've been now to being taken out!
I was actually happy to be at work for a change.
