Well I'm riding my bike to work this evening plugging along safely at 55 with a line of cars behind me (Screw em) and I see an old van coming at me. The window is rolled down and the guy spits a loogie out and it plasters my windscreen. I was furious! Coming to my senses I quickly regained my composure and just started laughing out loud. That is the first time I've been spit on.
They've tail-gated me, ran me off the road, thrown trash at me, thrown a plastic bottle at me, purposely stomped on their brakes in front of me, merged on me, sprayed their windshield fluid to soak me. But this was a first.
I'll take a damp rag out with me in the morning and clean it up.(Shaking head)
Ahhh.....the joys of motorcycling.
Why.
