To the little person diving the large white Ford Excursion on Smallman St in the Strip District yesterday around 12:30pm. You hit me with the side mirror of your behemoth land yacht…I did not hit your SUV!
It appears you are a very angry individual. Maybe it’s because Santa didn’t bring you what you wanted for Christmas. Or maybe it’s because you’re a 30 something boy band wannabe with 2 earrings in each ear and a goofy bleach blond tips haircut. Hang in there that style may come back someday.
Anyway you jumped out of your truck with intensions of some sort of physical confrontation…your chihuahua mouth running about 90 miles an hour spewing profanity about how I cracked YOUR mirror and that you were going to kick my @ss???
But then I believe you had a moment of clarity…OBJECTS IN YOUR MIRROR ARE CLOSER (LARGER) THEN THEY APPEAR.
Being that I’m about 8 inches taller and at least 50/60 pounds heavier then you…and not to mention that after being hit by your SUV was quite agitated…I sat my bike down and using words you could understand in a manor you were accustomed explained that it was you that hit me!
Probably for the first time in your life you made a sensible decision by getting back in your SUV and ran away…I did not get your plate number but I do remember your SUV and your beady little face…
PS. Thanks for not asking if I was OK or offering to exchange information.