There is a time where you are leaving the bar and …

March 1, 2007 at 6:41 am 3 comments

There is a time where you are leaving the bar and you are driving your Vespa home and you think “whoa now” as you run into two solid lanes of traffic weaving in and out of each other’s lanes, trying to find the best path to their destination, and then you decide “you know what, fuck it!” and you gas it, splitting lanes right down through that dense garbage and as you enter the cleared out lanes of Lincoln and Rose you think “people in small towns don’t know shit.. once you split lanes in L.A. everyday you can start to bitch about traffic!”

Then you park your scooter, pump the center stand and kick the kill switch. “PACO’S TACOS! you yell!”

Then listen to Pavement. Guess who is drunk?

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3 Comments

  • 1. Robert  |  March 1, 2007 at 4:36 pm

    At this point in the story, our “hero” takes three steps forward, let’s out a banshee scream.. then dies.

    (Note to self.. stop blogging after drinks)

  • 2. Dave  |  March 2, 2007 at 1:48 am

    No, on the contrary, continue to blog after drinks with great ferocity. Because you’re right. People in small towns don’t know shit, and they certainly don’t know shit about when it is or isn’t appropriate to complain about traffic. Take this current annoyance factory that I live in. Some people like to affectionately refer to it as Ashland, OR, home of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. But those people are idiots. A better description would be Ashland, OR, home to a bunch of over-privileged rich old white people and fake hippies… and oh yeah, they have plays there too. Anyway, people around here often have the audacity to complain about traffic. Some of them even road rage. Hey, here’s a tip dick-smoke. If driving up and down the one main road in this town is making you that upset, then why don’t you get out and walk. You know, considering that you can walk from one end of town to the other in 30 fucking minutes or less. Oh, and you Portlanders… fuck you too. The city is centralized enough, and the public trans is good enough that you can walk your asses as well. I did it for nine years. And even when 26 or the 5 is backed up its never really that bad. You’ll just have to wait twenty minutes longer before you can order that pretentious, overpriced, elitist microbrew. Not really a problem. So basically everyone, unless you drive on a regular basis in New York City or Los Angeles, shut up.

  • 3. Robert  |  March 2, 2007 at 2:04 am

    FUCK YEAH! VINDICATION!


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