I SIMPLY CANNOT STAND THE IDIOTS WHO FIRE UP THEIR PATHETIC MOTORS INSTALLED ON THEIR BICYCLES JUST TO VROOM AROUND THE PARK AND POLLUTE THE FRESH AIR.
Yes, the bitch in me is coming back just to talk, no, not talk...bitch about this matter. I was into a nice rhythm on my 2nd round around the track, feeling all good, when this (probably) 13 year old bastard decided to vrrrrooooom past me, leaving behind an echo of his high pitched delighted yell and a coughing me when I inhaled in the exhaust fumes. I mean, hello? If you have a motorcycle-like vehicle you ought to hit the roads and go at top speed without running into obstacles. Not the park! Everybody is running/cycling/stretching and there this stupid boy decides to show off his ghastly bicycle + motor = motor-bicycle to...to...joggers. And furthermore, riding this damn thing reminds me of those old men who are too tired/lazy/fat to pedal and make their bodies work and hence, installed a motor to aid their tired old aching legs. Of course, that boy was fat. I should have known. With the money spent on that thang, he wouldn't be using much of his muscles.
There, I'm done. I hope his handlebars are dented after digging me under the ribs. I'll personally carve his kidney out for a transplant if those handlebars destroyed my right kidney.
Yes, the bitch in me is coming back just to talk, no, not talk...bitch about this matter. I was into a nice rhythm on my 2nd round around the track, feeling all good, when this (probably) 13 year old bastard decided to vrrrrooooom past me, leaving behind an echo of his high pitched delighted yell and a coughing me when I inhaled in the exhaust fumes. I mean, hello? If you have a motorcycle-like vehicle you ought to hit the roads and go at top speed without running into obstacles. Not the park! Everybody is running/cycling/stretching and there this stupid boy decides to show off his ghastly bicycle + motor = motor-bicycle to...to...joggers. And furthermore, riding this damn thing reminds me of those old men who are too tired/lazy/fat to pedal and make their bodies work and hence, installed a motor to aid their tired old aching legs. Of course, that boy was fat. I should have known. With the money spent on that thang, he wouldn't be using much of his muscles.
There, I'm done. I hope his handlebars are dented after digging me under the ribs. I'll personally carve his kidney out for a transplant if those handlebars destroyed my right kidney.