By Braddah Lance
Aftah I was pau work and heading to my ride, I immediately noticed a behemoth blocking the space.
If you've read da oddah Road Rage blogs, you know dat I have an irking itch about lolo's who tink they not only own da road but own parking spots and motorcyclists are not an exception.
Dis actually isn't da first time it's happened in "my" garage.
A little background first. You see da oddah two bikes? Well, one scooter and a bike. Yup, there's anoddah bike behind da behemoth and originally those two bikes used to park at da front of da garage in a normal stall. They must have been told to move cause now they were in "my" stall but prior to them moving, they used to hog cheese ONE stall. Da scooter on one side and da bike on da oddah so only two of them could park.
Well, for those who don't ride, you can actually fit FIVE normal sized motorcycles/scooters in ONE stall. Yup, you read right, FIVE.
Anyways, I had to "educate" da oddah two and we've been living in harmony since. We each have our "own spot" and very conscience about da narrow entry/exit we have since there are two massive pillars planted on each side of da stall.
Then comes dis behemoth - already seeing dat there are three oddah bikes in each corner establishing a parking trend - and plops his okole (can't be a wahine dat rides dat monstah) blocking da way out!
Wassup Wit Dat!
I was so irked dat I wanted to just push da bike down .... but I nevah oddahwise I would nevah be able to get out. I nevah have my Post-Its in my bag so there wasn't a way to leave a love note so I was left just fuming in my helmet.
It took me awhile as I had to snake my way out and.... I'll just leave it at dat.
'Den on da way home, on da long stretch of Moanalua Rd in between Hoomalu & Hoolaulea St, a frickin' dark green Honda Accord came within a foot of running me into oncoming traffic!
I gunned my engine and da drivah looked in his mirrors and saw me but nevah even say sorry. In fact, he and his passenger was LAUGHING! Yeah, LAUGHING!!
Wassup Wit Dat!
Well, those weren't my exact words.
Da drivah was still checking his mirror as I was gesturing for him to look before changing lanes and da passenger kept looking back and they both continued to crack up. I wanted fo' pound in some respect into these frickin' twinkies! I followed them (well, they were on my route home) and they abruptly turned and gunned away.
Then dis morning on da way to work - besides da illegal twenty-some-wat- vehicles with a single person driving in da car pool lane - I'm riding along and smell something.
No, wasn't da fut lady.
Someone was smoking pakalolo while driving!
Wassamattah wit people these days?! Geez, I can see if they were 10 year olds who kinda don't know bettah but these are full fledge ADULTS! They've been around da block and (should) know socially acceptable behavior. Besides dat, don't people have a moral compass anymore? And we wondah why da world is going pupule? It's cause da very core of just being a decent person is being thrown out da window and being replaced with, for lack of a bettah word, evil.
If people keep perpetuating things we hold as bad, how can we expect any good?