So I was driving down Highway 95 towards Manhattan tonight and as I neared the Bronx, I heard a motorcycle (in all its roaring macho goodness) rev its engine to accelerate past another car. I heard it coming up on my right side but I didn't actually see it until it passed me. I swear to God, the rider of this motorcycle had popped a wheelie when he accelerated and passed me riding only on his back tire. The front end of the bike was held airborne at a dangerous angle and the driver was hanging on with the bravado of a bronco rider in a rodeo.
What's more, that crazy mother held that wheel aloft as long as he could much to the distress of other commuters who furiously braked to stay out of the way of that one wheeled impending disaster.
And I thought the 18 wheelers were bad.
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What a jackass!
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