You know how when something happened to you and you wished you did something more? Something to change the outcome of the situation? I hate it when that happens because right now, I’m thinking about how I should’ve swerved my car unexpectedly and then flip him the finger or flip him the finger and then swerve my car. I could’ve rammed him down, or at least throw him off course.
His course was to ride his motorcycle really close to my car, come up to my side and unzip his jeans to flash me his instrument.
He was really close to my side. Unusually close. City people don’t like close proximity with strangers, ironic as it sounds. From my side mirror, I saw that he had one hand to steer his bike and another hand reaching to his crotch, trying to unzip his jeans. It was one heck of a maneuver. So I pressed my accelerator. He gave chase and tried to come by my passenger side. I floored my accelerator this time. He didn’t give up.
I found another car and drove to its side. Really slow and really close. Nothing could come in between us now, not even that guy and his instrument that so excitedly wanted to see daylight. He must’ve been really pissed because he eventually gave up and went another direction.
My friend told me how I could’ve rammed into his bike and catch him with his pants down. I said, it’s probably ugly anyway.
(I can’t think of an appropriate photo for this post, sorry. But that’s a photograph of tragedy tourists.)