scoots

i was surrounding by a cadre of motorcycles last night as i exited the 405 for the 710.

at least of them hovering around my little vw 2' from either side of me until they one by one began to cut inches from my front bumber like it was some game of chicken.

this was on an off ramp mind you so there was very little room for error, so i played along, applied a kung fu grip on my stearing wheel and let the boys play as i tried to keep a steady course.

whew, they all made it safely onto the 710 where they kept doing the same thing to everything in their path.

i hope they remember how steady the little black vw cabrio stayed on that hairpin exit ramp when they get home and start to pass around their crack pipes and drinking their 40oz beers.