I'm cooled off now, but I still need to vent...and this is a reminder to all sport bike riders out there to be careful, and suspect EVERYONE!
So Peanut and I left the B4B ride and were taking back roads home (partially because I took a wrong turn, but knew Rt53 would get me home). So we are just cruising up Rt53 and are just coming to the point where it's leaving Romeoville and entering Bolingbrook. We are rolling into the turn lane where Rt53 goes straight north/south and turns into Bolingbrook Dr...This pickup truck in front of us does a really sudden stop/panic stop in the turn lane, about 4 car lengths before the car in front of him.
I don't think anything of it...I always give myself plenty of room and I stopped with room to spare...I figure the guy dropped his cigarette in his lap or realized he was in the wrong turn lane or something. But my Spidey Senses are tingling, so I lean over to try and make eye contact in the side mirror...no go, tinted windows...I can't see shit.
So the light goes green and we all turn one by one. The truck goes rather slowly around the turn and picks the inside lane. I flick my turn signal the other way and go around him in the curbside lane, glancing in my mirrors as I always do to make sure Peanut is behind me and everything is OK before I start to roll the throttle....only to see this guy accelerate and move over blocking her from making the lane change and following me.
At this point I figure I stepped on the guys dick...You know how it is...a macho guy gets all pissed that you're faster and smoother then him and feels the need to race you or block you or cut you off because you made him feel like he's got a small dick. Whatever...I slow down to give him space to pass me and give Peanut a chance to catch up. He takes the chance to rocket past me, but then pulls right in front of me and does a hard brake check.
Again, no big deal to me...I'm faster, lighter, more agile, and I certainly was ready for this dickhead move so I come to a near dead stop with room to spare, and see Peanut pull up in formation behind me and on my right. I give this guy plenty of room to accelerate off and shrug it off. Not sure what his problem is, I can’t recall having done anything to deserve this…
As the lanes open up I give him wide berth and go past him as he's going slowly in the curbside lane gain, Peanut and I are in the middle lane moving even further away to the far inside lane; I glance in my mirror to see this fuckhead diving into her lane and trying to sweep her!!!!!
Peanut glides out of the way like no big deal and blasts past me as I slow down to make eye contact with this guy and give him a WTF hand up in the air look. And he has the gall to wave me to follow him off the frontage road right by the Denny's just north of I55.
Your damn right I follow him!
He goes about a half block down and does another sudden stop and I pull up next to his window as he rolls it down while spouting profanities, screaming about how I need to learn to ride, and just kept repeating Jap-crap this and Japanese that.
I flip my visor up and point my thumb over my shoulder and I say "you feel tough trying to knock a little girl off her motorcycle you stupid motherfucker...you like knocking girls off there bikes?? What is your problem??" And he continues to spout Jap-Crap this and Japanese that...I was so baffled at his anger, but his lame response was about to make me furiously violent...I kick the side stand down, lean forward and get right up into his face and say "is that the best you can do? Jap-crap?!?" I don't think he was expecting me to follow him and pull up to have words with him, let alone stop and get in his face...he looked baffled.
I reach to take off my helmet with one hand while reaching for his door handle with the other hand with full intent to pull his ass out of there and smash his fucking face in....if I wasn't pulling teeth out of the shell of my helmet when I got home, I wouldn't have been satisfied....
But then, over my shoulder I hear this little *Beep-Beep*. I look over to see Brianne on her little Ninja, close, but not close enough to be run over should this jerk-off back up suddenly...and she give me this look with her hands up in the air like "WTF, is everything OK??"
I take a deep breath and this guy is already starting to roll away...I think he may have given me the finger, but at this point my anger deflated.
Mr. angry, purple heart license plate, old guy in an orange metallic Chevy Avalanche...your ass just got saved by a little girl on Japanese bike with a cute little horn....a little Japanese horn that almost made me smile when I heard it's little Japanese *Beep-Beep*.