A couple times this past weekend I witnessed near misses at intersections as I made my way around in the old black Caddy. At one of the near misses I had, at a previous intersection wait, looked over at the car whose driver was soon to go sailing through an intersection faster than Stephen Harper can phone his lawyers. I could not see the driver of the black Japanese car but his wife was hot and the young couple had two young children in the backseat.
I drive too fast just as much as the next guy but I am cautious when approaching intersections when the green light is old and there is a car waiting to turn left when the light changes to yellow. That is what riding a motorcycle teaches you if you do not die first.
As I braked I could hear the Japanese car on my left gun his engine from behind me. I thought, "Jesus, you dumb motherfucker," and told Sonja to, "Look the fuck out," as I prepared to grab my first aid bag and see what I could do.
Sure enough the van ahead pulled in front of the speeding car, forcing the risky driver to veer right to avoid the van, which stopped half way through its turn, then left to avoid a pole, the sidewalk and a man with his dog frozen in their tracks.
Bukowski, in one of his brilliant poems, pointed out how the demented actions of people in their cars shows what they are really like. People are fucked up baby.