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Jerk of The Day
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...because every jerk thinks they are...Special!


Sighted by: tarabell, xcel, and Delta Flyer
Vehicle: crotch rocket motorcycle
Place: Texas 190 (Bush Tollway) Plano, Texas
Date: April 11, 2008, 5:20 PM

This was part of Rani's first drive in a Prius - from Lovefield in Dallas up the Dallas Tollway to Bush Tollway to the hotel. This biker was so close on his left pass that in theory he could have kissed Rani if the window was down. :mad: I exaggerate - he was going at least 30mph faster. Of course he had 2-3 lanes to his left - why else would he be Jerk of the Day? He is taking lots more chances than Ben Roethlisberger (http://nbcsports.msnbc.com/id/13279232/)....at speeds like that he won't be as lucky as Big Ben if there is a spill.

Anyone notice that he was merging right, but the sign is a merge left?

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Most motorcyclists around here are alright but the few who take the big chances really anger me. I once had a pack of them splitting lanes at 90+, one of whom just barely made it between me and the semi that was in the process of passing. I really don't want to be on scene when natural selection inevitably wins.

That's Jerky alright.
I've got a contender - wish I had a camera.

I'm at the pump, doing my SG fiddling.
Young guy in a big diesel ram pulls up to the pump behind me, leaves the truck tunning and gets out to fill. Alright, that's annoying, but common enough. The pump isn't working. He plays with it awhile, then pulls out around me to the other side of the pump I'm on.
I go on fiddling.

I guess that pump wasn't working either. The gas jockey kid comes over. I notice him out the corner of my eye, and see that he's got the diesel hose from my pump in his hand, so I look out to see what's going on. Jockey points the nozzel at the ground and pours fuel on to the concrete, right outside my door. I open it.
"Is that standard procedure?"
"what?"
"pouring diesel on the ground"
"it's just out of the hose"
"I don't care where it's from! You're dumping f'n fuel on the ground at my feet!"
Johnny Runningtruck pipes up.
"What's your problem!? Did it hit your car!?"
This I hadn't even considered yet. I look at the puddle and the splash.
"Yeah, sure looks like it."
I'm pissed off now.
The long and short of it is that Runningtruck tells me to chill, I assure him that I'm cool, tell newJockey that he maybe should think before he acts, and step out, around the puddle as best I can, and go in to pay. It would have been better if I'd come off less condescending, and instead delivered something smart and thought inducing. I was really pretty shocked.

So I've got fuel on my Chucks, splashes on the CR-V, and that's that.

So take your pick. Definitely the jerks of my day. Hell, week.

I've got the JOTD for tomorrow. I'll upload a pic later.

Yesterday, VA beach coming back from an interview with the Navy.

Girl pulls up behind me at a light, one hand on the cell phone jammed into her ear, the other on a cig she's flashing outside the window. We turn left, she pulls around me and races to the next light. All the while never touching the wheel with her hands.:mad::mad::mad: