Screw You Dirty Drive-By Townies

I wanted to throw out a heart-felt "F-you" to the douche-bag driver who almost ran me off the road on Prince Ave while her passenger yelled "You're not a car" at me. First, as long as the other lane was clear, you should have never come close enough to my bike to the point that i could smell you or your passangers unbathed pits. Second, do not scream at a bicyclist from behind while almost side-swiping them unless you really want to kill someone. Third, your busted, rusty, smoke belching, late eighties dirt bucket could hardly be called a car either butt-munch. I relish the day your crap car dies and you and your ratty ass passangers have to rely on your own two feet to get you to the closest downtown corner to beg me for a cigarette or spare change. There is nothing more ironic than homeless looking townie wannabes talking shit that they can't back up. I pray that you unwillingly find yourself using alternative transportation very soon.