First Car Door

Riding home from work this evening, I was fortunate enough to claim my first car door.

Entering the Western Freeway a car decided to take the lane I was in. Without looking he merged into my lane. 

Toot of my horn, no response. When he was almost on top of me I tooted again and placed the toe of my steel capped boot firmly into his door. He then realised I was there, slammed on his brakes and swerved back into his lame.

I kept going, giving him a polite wave and pointing at my visor (ie Use your eyes.)

I wish I could see the look on his face when he gets home and sees the big dent in his shiny new car.  

Some people just have to be taught the hard way.

Until next time - Keep on scooting.

Thursty