10-22-2014, 03:53 PM
I hate that feeling Kitten. Especially when I am on my bike. That may be because in 1982 I was sitting at a stop light two days before Christmas, in OKC and some idiot slammed into the back of my bike. I flipped over the back of the bike, across the hood of his car, off his windshield and onto the pavement right next to his drivers door. Then the idiot rolls down his window looks down at me laying on the ground and says, you ok man? Then hits the gas and takes off. Needless to say I was late to work that day.