Well, not this time of year, but this time of Every Four Years… I hate election season. I hate it even more as it draws nearer. Actually, the election season has been getting started pretty much 5 minutes after the election was over last time around.

Unlike some of my cohorts on here, I’m not someone who get’s all worked up in a frenzy about who’s in office.

I don’t really see much difference any more between the parties. They all pander to someone or another. It’s how they get elected. It sucks. I hate that we have to be such shills to get anything done around here.

It’s just like raising kids. You want then to do homework, you have to either beat the crap out of them, or promise them goodies. Sucks.

I don’t have any answers, but I know what we have now isn’t working. I’d really love to see this country move more toward the original plans that the old guys had when they setup this disaster of a country.

I’ve read the Federalist Papers. Boring as fuck, but it seemed that they had some good ideas. Too bad a bunch of lobbyists fucked that all up.

Anyway.. I didn’t set out tonight to bitch about politics. I just can’t seem to get interested in politics anymore.

As some here know, I ride dirtbikes. I’m not particularly good at it. I do ok though. I ride, I jump, I spray idiots who follow too close on the track with mud.

What has me sorta rankled right now are quads. If you aren’t familiar, they are off road vehicles with four wheels and basically the same engine as what’s in my bike. They are heavy, sorta slow and mostly in the way. It seems that the only qualification for riding one, is the ability to transport it to a place that they can be ridden legally. And that’s not always a hard rule.

I was riding this past weekend at my favorite spot. It’s a fairly new track 50 miles west of me. I like it there. I commune with nature there. I was in my zen place on Saturday, riding my own pace, when I noticed the offensive bastard on the quad coming up on my back. So, in an effort to maintain my own peace of mind, I slowed, and moved right. Now, for those of you who don’t know much about racing and tracks and whatnot, I was under no obligation to move over for him. It’s the guys responsibility to pass safely. Anyway.. I moved over. I didn’t want to ride near one of those death traps.

I was on a section of the track that is pretty high speed, and down hill. About 40 feet from the top of the hill to the bottom, almost straight down. This dickhead decided it would be a good idea to pass me as close as possible. Not bothering to move over just a touch and give me a couple feet of room. Well, he misjudged is clearance, and fucking hit me.

It was just a light touch, but fuck.. At about 40 mph, going down hill in the woods, that’s fucking unacceptable.

Needless to say, I was fucking pissed off. I decided that the best course of action would be to go up to the front of the track, nearest to where we park, so that the rest of the guys I was with could see what I was planning.

I waited until this dickhead came around, at which point I stood in his way. Made him stop for me, and damn near pulled him off his stupid fucking quad. No apology, just whining. Fuck. Then the fucker tried to move, tried to run me over again. I had to damn near get on the quad to keep him from leaving before I threatened to pound his ass into the dirt right there in that spot.

It sorta ruined the rest of the day for me. No way was I going to ride anymore, in that frame of mind. I would have been a danger to myself and everyone else on the track. Not good at all.

Now where it all goes fucking fucked for me. As everyone who rides with me will attest, I can get along with anyone. I can go to motocross tracks, dirt tracks, hell even Nascab tracks, and run into 4 or 5 people I know. I have friends in all areas of racing, that I have met at the motocross tracks. I can walk up to just about anyone who is into dirtbikes and make a friend. Common ground I guess. And I’m sure that in other circumstances, I’d be able to be friends with that asshat. But, certainly not after he tried to kill me. Fuck that shit.

I have a close friend. One of the guys that I met at a track. One that I have spent considerable time with riding, hanging out and whatnot. I’m friends with his wife, his kid, hell, his dog likes me. His parents are my friends now, I’ve met his sisters and their families and we all get along. Common ground again.

Well, recently he has acquired a 4 wheeled off road vehicle. It’s amazing to me how someone who is for the most part the same as me when it comes to not liking idiots or those who are a danger to everyone in our particular sport. Yet, he also is turning into one of those guys I can’t stand. Riding with no helmet, riding where he shouldn’t be riding, and basically thinking the world is his to do donuts on. Fuck that.

I think I am losing my friend. That sucks.

Anyway.. I had to get that off my chest for some reason or another. If you have a problem with it, fuck off. Get your own blog and bitch about shit that I don’t give a fuck about.

xxooxxoo

your pal,

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