Took my car to the panel beaters yesterday, to have all the scratches, dings, and stuff sorted out. So, for this week I'm commuting by bike (motorbike) to work and back. Not really a problem, other than it's decided to get really cold in the early mornings!!! Anyway - real bikers don't cry - they just freeze their balls off!!!
So, this morning I'm cruising down towards the city. Most of the way I'm white lining between the cars, and not going much faster than the general traffic. The advantage is when the traffic stops at a red light, I can go to the front.
At one point, I move into the clear far left lane. Great, and slide down the lane towards the next traffic light. And this lovely new Audi A4 decides to change lanes! No indicators, not looking into the rear view mirror. And this just as I was alongside, so no way I was missing him, or him missing me.
So, it's grab the clutch, and apply all the brakes, and hit the hooter, and slam into the side of the car - broadside. Control the bike, slide all along the cr, past the front, stop sideways so he cant drive away, park the bike, jump off, and onto his bonnet!! Now I'm fucking MAD AS HELL!!!!
He tries to open his door, and I see it's a big black mother fucker. So I slam the door on him. All the time I'm swearing at him, calling him every name in the book. Take a shot at whats left of his rear view mirror. Man, I am mad as hell.
Had a gun, would a shot him!!!!!
So, he gets out the car, and says "The reason you are like this is because I'm black, isn't it?"! WHAT THE FUCK? I look at him in disbelief, "No man, it's cause you fucking stupid. What the hell do you think these indicators are for? and the mirror?" CUNT!!!
"It's because I'm black, isn't it?" Is all he kept repeating. Then it dawned on me - he's puling the racist card. Here - in the middle of traffic, when he's just ridden into a biker, and thankfully not killed me, and he's using the race card as a reason for why I'm pissed off!
The short answer would have been - "Yes - it's all because you are a KAFFIR! You should be drivig a fucking tractor on a white mans farm, not an Audi in the traffic - CUNT!" (maybe not so short.)
Ther is no long answer. However, I had a quick glance at the car. Driver side rear view mirror - hanging on wiring. RHR door and RHF door, both dinged by my crash bobbin. RHF door and RF mudguard - ripped, by my exposed sharp cylinder head fins.
Damage to the bike, what I could see, bracket holding the footrest and gearlever. Not off - cracked, so workable.
So I got on the bike and left him there with all his damage. I got no number plate on the back of the bike, so had no concerns about him finding me. Couldn't follow me either, as I weaved my way through the traffic. Not that it bothered me one way or the other. He was at fault. I just didn't feel like getting into exchanging details and stuff. Not with an ignoramus poes who plays a race card at a time like that.
Anyway, at the bike breakers shop they didn't have a replacement, but took my bracket off, sent it out, and in 30 minutes, and ZAR350 layer, I had it back, welded and polished and ready to go.
Only injury to me, that i can find so far, is a blue nail on mu LH pointing finger. Must be where I hit the rearview mirror.