I decided to take a little ride last night into Sebastopol via Forestville. Was really thirsty and had the munchies something really bad. Was a little late, too late for my little one horse town to get any healthy snacks that I was craving.
Down the hill toward Sebastopol I go. Went I catch a glimpse of something white dart across the yellow line from the left and right in front of me. I was doing the speed limit luckily, 45 in a 45 who would have figured. Right in front of me is a guy on a bike dressed only in shorts waving his hands in the air. What the fuck are you doing right here in front of my truck when I am driving down the road? I slam on my brakes veer left over the double yellow, I didn’t think I missed him at first I thought he was dead. The only thought that ran through my brain was the oncoming traffic I was seeing bearing down on me really fast. Skidding to a stop and realizing by some miracle I missed the guy I floor it and get out of harms way as far off the curb as I can. For that split second in time I was really mad! The cars coming toward me start honking there horns at me, yes I know I am not suppose to be here on the wrong side of the road with my lights shining on you while you are driving toward me.
I wanted to get out and kick his fucking assss. The only thing I could think of was to call 911 and report a drunk trying to commit suicide. I thought again and just drove by; the only thought at this point was I hope he makes it home. I was really draw between making the call and just hoping he made it home safe all the while hoping not to see the little red lights flying by. Knowing if I did I couldn’t live with myself knowing I could have saved his life, what a fucking nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!