Recently turning left on a busy highway near my home, I laid on the horn to an out-of-state asshat passing me on the right in a turn lane (illegal as hell in MN, which signs clearly indicate), which led to the guy immediately whipping a U-turn and coming after me.
Fortunately, I was in my Mustang and wasn't bothering to find out what his problem was. Instead of going home and leading the guy to my door, I decided to head to a close-by favorite bike road and leave him in the dust. He made an attempt to keep up but his giant SUV couldn't keep tabs on me in the curves. I rolled into a nearby little town and zigged my way down a few side streets and back to the main highway on a hidden frontage road (home court advantage: mine). Bye bye, asshole.
Who knows what would have transpired otherwise. Wish I would have gotten the plate, all I know is it was from Iowa. make the beast with two backser.
