Then there’s the drivers who just don’t give a fuck.
I was on my motorcycle heading to work one day at 5:30 am, in the left track of the curb lane, and some twat cut between me and the curb. He scared the shit out of me.
I thought about following him but decided work was more important.
When I was riding it got to a point I was happier as a passenger than the driver.
Then there’s the drivers who just don’t give a fuck.
I was on my motorcycle heading to work one day at 5:30 am, in the left track of the curb lane, and some twat cut between me and the curb. He scared the shit out of me.
I thought about following him but decided work was more important.
When I was riding it got to a point I was happier as a passenger than the driver.