It was around 11:40am on the 9th of May in California. There couldn't have been a better time to take out the ol hawg and ride it 200 miles that day. The night before was a blur. My cousin was leaving to Afghanistan so we decided to have a party, but my brother did something rather stupid, having known I would have shown up -- he brought Vodka... I had gotten out of the Marine Corps only a few years before, but the drowning of my memories in alcohol only led to my verbalization's and experiences of my distaste for the military, and I expressed how stupid my cousin was for not heeding my advice. I had also expressed that the civilian population of the country he was "fighting for" couldn't possibly care less for whatever infractions he would received by "kicking a sergeants ***." But that was the last I remember. Somehow I made it to my brother's house on my motorcycle. How I was not killed or severely injured is beyond my knowledge from that night. The morning was brutal. I slept only 4 hours before waking up from the drunkenness that caused me my slumber and I couldn't fall asleep again. My head throbbed. Its 6am and my thirst couldn't be quenched from the fluoride that taints the cities waters. I grabbed a handful of IBProphen of the likes of suicide, but my pain hath not receded. The morning came. I was 2 hours away from my home and I could barely stand up straight without toppling over like domino's. Now's the perfect time to risk my life on my motorcycle. As I'm heading home my headache begins to dissipate from the adrenaline my body is receiving from the ride. But a tailgater soon thwarts my recovery. My blood pressure starts to rise. Can he not see that I only have two wheels? The last time I checked, the speed limit was 55mph --> 60mph if you are pushing the line from getting a ticket. The cops are out like flies on **** on a saturday morning --> but at 75mph this guy wants to read my VIN number -- and I don't remember the last time I checked my front wheel forks from having any cracks. A fellow rider alerts me that a cop is present in the town. Great! I know just what to do. The tailgater does not know whats going on, but I do. As I see the cop approaching I wait for just the right time for him to see. Break checking on a bike is hazardous to your health --> unless an officer is present. My mirrored visor shields me from locking eyes with the cop, but I see that he's looking right at me -- And its a perfect time to slam on my breaks. I didn't have to tap my breaks very hard to feel the front bumper of asshole #1 to push me forward on my two wheel ride as if he were to catapult me forward like a projectile from a trebuchet. Lucky there was a cop present to witness such dangerous driving conditions! My plan worked, asshole #1 is being pulled over. I see a group of riders behind me in my rear view mirror --> looks like the local biker gang. I have no quarrels with them as I know they are vigilantes, and are notorious for doing the same thing I just did (only with weapons, and the cops refuse to get involved). But I see a dog lying in the middle of the road ahead, I've been riding these roads for years now so I know it has been freshly hit. If I hadn't swerved out of the way I would have hit it. At the time it didn't look so big, so as I approached it I decided to kick it out of the way (like I do all other animals who would cause a nasty crash for bikers). The dog didn't look so big, maybe like a pathetic chihuahua that some grandma would own. I proceeded to kick it out of the way, but my leg didn't follow like it had done every other time before. Instead, I was almost knocked right off my bike at 65mph (disregarding the speed limits, of course). I'll be damned if that dead friggin dog didn't just take off my leg!! So I said, "you win some, you lose some.." But it wasn't over yet. As I bring up my leg to rest on my foot-peg, I notice that it doesn't feel as good as my recently fractured ankle on my left side. And thus is the last time I ever kick a dog on my motorcycle
Wow.. you kicked a dog and wrote a long story. I haven't even thought of reading it after i saw the length. - Digital -
No its a story I made up after fracturing both of my ankles...jesus Hmm...NOW IT IS! Thanks for giving me the idea Obviously you don't get the point --> may i recommend you re-attend second grade
this is my second time visiting your thread but im still too lazy can you read it with mic for me please ? Nah, if that was.. Maybe that dog was a brainy dude