MickZagger
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So I'm driving home from work, one block off Killingsworth and Albina (not sure the cross street) and I'm cruising along and do my typical left, right, left check at an intersection and a hipster bicyclist dude ran a stop sign. He had the stop on his side, my side was clear. He's lucky I was paying close attention as always and hit my breaks. He sees me, slams on his breaks and goes over his handlebars. It wasn't too bad, as he caught himself. I get out of my car to see if he was alright (which he was) and I had this shit eating grin on my face when I asked him if he was okay.
He didn't like that grin and started blaming me. I point to the stop sign that he had and he came unglued. Grabbed his bike lock and swung it at me, missing twice. I reared back and landed a decent one. Got back in my car and left. There was a lady walking her dog by when it happened and watched it all go down.
I'm sure the dude's fine. But what the fuck?!? These bicyclists need to get a fucking clue.
He didn't like that grin and started blaming me. I point to the stop sign that he had and he came unglued. Grabbed his bike lock and swung it at me, missing twice. I reared back and landed a decent one. Got back in my car and left. There was a lady walking her dog by when it happened and watched it all go down.
I'm sure the dude's fine. But what the fuck?!? These bicyclists need to get a fucking clue.


