scooterlord
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so, i meet this guy the other day that has a cbr 1100 xx and says that he and his buddies are to go to my country's supersport racing weekend and they ask me to join them. me all excited about it, i call all my biker friends and ask them to join us as well, cause i know they love riding - or as it seems they are supposed to love it.
a day before the event (that's today) i call the guy on the xx to specify where we meet and stuff. his girlfriend answers and says that the guy will be missing till midnight so i please her not to forget to tell him to contact me about the event.
in the meantime i call my friends to make sure they are coming. answers i got:
buddy no1: i have some business to take care of (on sunday morning that is), so if i have time after that, i'll join you (rides a cbr 1100xx)
buddy no2: it's my mom's nameday tomorrow and i can't be missing (wtf, is she supposed to have a party in the morning?) (rides a hornet 600)
buddy no3: well, it's not a good idea leaving my wife alone with my baby and me going out for a ride (rides a cbr 600f)
buddy no4: 'tell me what time you are leaving and i'll contact you if i feel like it'
guy no5: the guy that got me all excited didn't call after all
girlfriend no6: 'i hate it when you ride like crazy in the twisties (first damn time i hear of that-we've been riding together for 2 years now with no complaints whatsoever)
the event is happening just 150 damn kilometres from where we are. it has 125, 250, 600, 1000 and open categories, it's DAMN cool and no f*cker wants to join. let alone i would have to WAIT for all these guys to catch up with me goes i enjoy riding 2 fast. it's a period in my life i have money to spend, i can afford it and i have this sunday free. and above all that i feel like a jerk cause i spend all this time to arrange it, i call 5 people that told me that were gonna come for sure and now i am sitting with my d*ck in my hand. i am so pissed right now. not only because of this but also because a damn car was parked exactly outside my door and can't put the busa inside my yard. damn, i don't have that sticker out but these f*cking neighbours know i have a huge bike. i mean, i wish they all die at the same time and hate leaving it outside. shjjjjt. earlier this evening i was running late for an appointment i had, trying to get my busa out of my yard and a damn woman's car is parked EXACTLY outside my door. i knock on her door and she says this (listen to this! GEEZ!):
'my car broke down, so i let it roll till it reached your door (which is exactly opposite of her house) and my husband took a piece of hardware out of the engine to get it fixed and the car doesn't start now.' the road is narrow so month after month cars have to park on my side of the road. she left 30cm space out of my door and she INSISTS i can take the bike out. i tell her to come out and put neutral so i can push it a bit to be able to get the busa out. and she replies 'no, i can't do that my baby is here'. i am talking it's 3 meters outside her door. 3 meters! i am in a rush and she tells me this poop! i spent 15 mins pushing her car around with another guy because she wanted the 15-year-old piece of junk parked perfectly along the pavement.
getting really sick of all this. i used to be kind and caring for everyone, standing for the weak and all this stuff, but i can feel myself changing. i just hate them all. now tell me, what am i supposed to do? because i really don't know
a day before the event (that's today) i call the guy on the xx to specify where we meet and stuff. his girlfriend answers and says that the guy will be missing till midnight so i please her not to forget to tell him to contact me about the event.
in the meantime i call my friends to make sure they are coming. answers i got:
buddy no1: i have some business to take care of (on sunday morning that is), so if i have time after that, i'll join you (rides a cbr 1100xx)
buddy no2: it's my mom's nameday tomorrow and i can't be missing (wtf, is she supposed to have a party in the morning?) (rides a hornet 600)
buddy no3: well, it's not a good idea leaving my wife alone with my baby and me going out for a ride (rides a cbr 600f)
buddy no4: 'tell me what time you are leaving and i'll contact you if i feel like it'
guy no5: the guy that got me all excited didn't call after all
girlfriend no6: 'i hate it when you ride like crazy in the twisties (first damn time i hear of that-we've been riding together for 2 years now with no complaints whatsoever)
the event is happening just 150 damn kilometres from where we are. it has 125, 250, 600, 1000 and open categories, it's DAMN cool and no f*cker wants to join. let alone i would have to WAIT for all these guys to catch up with me goes i enjoy riding 2 fast. it's a period in my life i have money to spend, i can afford it and i have this sunday free. and above all that i feel like a jerk cause i spend all this time to arrange it, i call 5 people that told me that were gonna come for sure and now i am sitting with my d*ck in my hand. i am so pissed right now. not only because of this but also because a damn car was parked exactly outside my door and can't put the busa inside my yard. damn, i don't have that sticker out but these f*cking neighbours know i have a huge bike. i mean, i wish they all die at the same time and hate leaving it outside. shjjjjt. earlier this evening i was running late for an appointment i had, trying to get my busa out of my yard and a damn woman's car is parked EXACTLY outside my door. i knock on her door and she says this (listen to this! GEEZ!):
'my car broke down, so i let it roll till it reached your door (which is exactly opposite of her house) and my husband took a piece of hardware out of the engine to get it fixed and the car doesn't start now.' the road is narrow so month after month cars have to park on my side of the road. she left 30cm space out of my door and she INSISTS i can take the bike out. i tell her to come out and put neutral so i can push it a bit to be able to get the busa out. and she replies 'no, i can't do that my baby is here'. i am talking it's 3 meters outside her door. 3 meters! i am in a rush and she tells me this poop! i spent 15 mins pushing her car around with another guy because she wanted the 15-year-old piece of junk parked perfectly along the pavement.
getting really sick of all this. i used to be kind and caring for everyone, standing for the weak and all this stuff, but i can feel myself changing. i just hate them all. now tell me, what am i supposed to do? because i really don't know
