Yeah, the silly bitch I smacked the same way didn't even ask if I was ok, even after I asked her if she was ok. It was my fault really, she was too busy yappin on the phone to her boyfriend about how I was going "sooooooo fast" when she turned left in front of me, cunt.
I think this is another thread --- Right --- Randy, loved the goat path remark. Living in Utah was an eye opener as well. And I thought LA was bad, there 100 time worse, but then again, I didn't have a bike for the 5 years I lived there.