June 5, 1997

So I was riding Jezebel to work today, and got stuck behing a large
white panel truck. I switched into the left lane at the light about
one mile from work, so I was the first vehicle in the lane. As the
light turned green, from the right of the panel truck, I heard a
rather loud engine (roooooooom!).

A black BMW 525i (?) I think, passes me on the right. *vrooooom*
revving his engine. Now, I dont know very much about BMW's other then
my uncle had one and lent it to me on my 16th birthday and they are
heavy steady boats.

I couldnt help it. Jezebel took over. I know it, the wench, she hates
when folks pass her on the right. Next thing I know we're at 80 mph,
sitting about a foot away from the guys left rear bumper. I'm totally
focussed on the road and his actions. He speeds up, Jezebel speeds
up. I dont look at the speedo. I'm so bad. I sat on his tail the
entire mile stretch. We hit the next light and he pulls into the left
hand turn lane, no signal. But I'm totally hysterical laughing, 'cause
he absolutely would NOT look at me.

*grin* jezebel is bad. gayathri is bad.