I almost died at about 8pm last night. While en route to a dinner date (that didn't go well), I got ran off the road in my parent's car. I was on Herrick Road in Wheaton, headed South to Naperville, some asshat takes the corner off of Ferry onto Herrick, makes the turn fine then flies into my lane. I slammed on the brakes and threw the car into the ditch, lost the back end, managed to keep it from flipping somehow and sat there for about 10 seconds. I thought about the circumstances that would have caused him to run into my lane and came to the conclusion that he was either drunk or some punk was fucking with me, either way, I lost my head and got back onto the road to follow him. I catch up about 30 seconds later, and while I have 911 on the line, he pulls over, I give them his license plate #, they dispatch a car. He pulls into the Herrick Lake forest preserve and gets out of his car to have words with me. I'm not having anything to do with talking to him, so I keep my distance, he walks up to me, I put the car in reverse and back up, this happens for about 15 minutes before the police show up (Great response time Wheaton, with all of our rampant crime, lord knows you're busy...), turns out he's drunk, driving home from a soccer game with his daughter in the car.
This is the reason I'm giving up the bike for a bit, if I had been on the Triumph, I would almost certainly be in the hospital right now or worse, thank the lord for small miracles and for my incredible driving talent.
On a high note, I had another date tonight that went AWESOME! I dated this girl about 2 years ago, the last time I saw her was when I was on my way home after buying the SpeedFour, anyway, she calls me out of the blue and we went out tonight. Best part, she got even thinner and hotter... Go Team Brian!