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That was my mantra this morning. 791 JBT. Why? That is the license
plate of the goofball kid that has taken to harrassing me every
morning. Every. Morning.
It started on Tuesday (Jan 30th). I was riding on the shoulder of a 5
lane highway which is part of my normal commute. When he passed,
someone was yelling out the window at me. When I caught up with the
car at the local high school, there were three boys - one getting out,
another sitting in the front passenger seat, and the driver. The
driver was dropping at least one of the other two off.
The conversation was something like this:
me - don't yell at people when you drive by them.
the boys - we didn't do anything!
me - I heard you when you went by, don't do it again.
the boys - we were just singing along with the radio (doing 50mph with
one window down in 30°F weather)
me - don't do it again.
the boys - yes sir.
On Thursday it was only the driver with the window down and yelling.
He had already made his drop offs and was going the other way by the
time we crossed paths. This morning, it was at a stop sign closer to
work. He didn't spot me in time so he didn't get his window down, but
he did blare his horn at me. I made sure to remember his license plate
this time. 791 JBT. 791 JBT. My new mantra.
-Buck
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