9 months between posts. Kept you guessing whether or not I was finally dead, right? Not yet, but I've had a couple of close calls in that time including getting my ass kicked after giving the finger to a biker I was racing.
I was in my new toy (I'll tell you about when I am finally over the grief of totalling it last month) at a stop light in SCal. This biker with his girlfriend on board made a nasty comment about the color of my car. So I took off from the light in a blaze of smoke and left him behind but he soon caught up to me in heavy traffic. At the next light he told me I drove like the old man I was. I laughed and said the only reason he couldn't keep up was because of the fat broad sitting behind him. Again I got away from the light quickly but he caught me again and gave me "the stare" so I flipped him the bird. Big mistake-you'd think I'd know better by now.
Long story short-he followed me until I finally stopped. I had considered calling 911 but I figured since I had gone a few rounds with tough guys in the past I could do so again. Problem is, the past is probably at least 20 years but my adrenalin was flowing. As soon as I opened the door, he went into action and I was on the ground taking his boots to the back. Fortunately, a couple of guys in a passing pickup saw what was going on and came to my rescue threatening him with baseball bats, telling him they had called 911. The biker walked back to his bike and as I got up, I yelled "You may be tougher than me but your old lady is still fat." He stopped, thought better of it and took off.
The cops arrived before I could leave as I was thanking the guys. When I told them the story and told them I didn't get a plate # (I did but I guess I deserved what I got, so......) one of them said "Are you suicidal? Those guys often carry weapons. You drive a car like this, you want to keep a low profile." I agreed and after declining a trip to the hospital (I hurt for about 2 weeks, but no damage other than a chipped tooth), left, realizing that no matter what your age, flipping a bird to a biker is going to have a consequence.
A 62 year old rogue recounts his life experiences.
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- The Old Rogue
- I just turned 60 and probably should have been dead 20 or 30 years ago but I'm still kicking and more importantly, still humping. Why should I be dead? You name it-fast cars, fast women, too much booze, too many cigars, too many rare steaks, slow horses, a big mouth, a gambling addiction, and just about anything else you can think of in terms of excess and debauchery. The only thing that may have kept me alive is that other than a few joints in University, I have never done drugs. Why? Because I never felt in control and that is very important to me. Sure I drink to excess but I always know when I'm about to lose control and take the appropriate action which is usually passing out so booze is my drug of choice. I still love to do everything to excess because a)I still can b)It's the only way I know how to live c)I like living on the edge. So this blog will be a biography of my experiences and exploits. You may or may not believe some of them and I couldn't give a rat's ass whether or not you do. Some experiences may be somewhat embellished because of booze or a fading memory, but I can assure you, they all happened. That's why I can't believe I'm still alive
