Dear Mr. Scooter Rider:
WTF are you doing on the freeway in the middle of rush hour, IN THE FAST LANE, on that effing thing?? It was irritating enough when we were in bumper-to-bumper traffic and you kept messing around with the strap on your helmut and nearly falling off every 10 feet. But when we broke free from the pack — and you couldn’t go over 45 MPH — well, let’s just say my road rage nearly got the best of me.
It would have been totally wrong to gently bump into you with my SUV, but at least my blood pressure would have been back to a normal level.
Please stop kidding yourself … that is not a motorcycle. It’s a glorified moped. And you ride your moped to the neighborhood pool and back. Just like I did when I was in high school.
P.S. If this is your mid-life crisis, you really missed the mark.
P.P.S. And don’t let me catch you in anything leather.