About an hour ago I was riding my zx6r down Peoria Avenue. It could easily be described as Rt. 19 back in dear old USC. 45 miles per hour, combining shopping districts and suburban feeder streets. Neighborhoods. I pass a black sedan going about 45, cruising with traffic. He rides on my hip for several hundred yards, in a good spot for both of us. I notice he is accelerating somewhat but the car in front of him is rather close. This causes me to look at the fellow to my right in that black sedan. Immediately I see he is pointing a firearm at me and I jerk my front brakes. The zx6 is an impressive bike. ABS brakes took over and stopped my brief wobble. As I am braking I see with relief it is a paintball gun as he fires a pellet into my ribs. He apparently has done this before as his aim was quite good. A second shot striking me in the thigh as I braked and swerved. Holy Toledo! They turn onto a side street quickly as I try to regain my fung shway. I have a lot of fung shway, though my wife calls it something else. Making a u turn I am unable to find them. Pretty cool, huh? Ten blocks from my house. Do not mess with motorcycle riders. The road is hard and unforgiving. And, we may be Grandpas. by the way, the bike is fine..... My daughter will post a pic of my shirt. Drive safely.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 18:25:24 +0000
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