To the hexagenerian shitbag and his wife on his an hers Road Glides in central Illinois today ...

I'm a biker too, and as a matter of courtesy I nearly stopped my rig in the middle of the highway to politely tell you what I'm going to say here, but I decided not to do so because dumpy fat-fuck 65 year old men and their equally dumpy fat-fuck horse faced wives have, in my experience, about a 95% chance of being armed and taking a "shoot first, ask questions later" stance.

Here's the deal, you don't own the road and you need to stop riding with ego. When you're doing 50 and I go to pass you and suddenly find you keeping pace with me at 80 and I have to choose between hitting the incoming truck head on or running your enormous cellulite riddled ass into the ditch, well you're going to fucking die on the side of a country road as a result of your poor choices and complete lack of safety gear.

As a fellow biker I 100% follow the rule about not starting fights with a car. You broke that rule today, and only my decency, mercy, and the extra power my engine produced when switching off eco mode and switching on sport mode saved your worthless fucking life.

Why? I was just driving my family to visit my mother in law for mother's day, but because you're a fucking imaginary road king we all got to deal with a lovely little stress test on a way to an otherwise pleasant get together, a ride partially spoiled because you're such an entitled fucking prick. What the fuck is wrong with you?

To the rest of the community, a reminder: don't ride with ego, the cemetery is full of people who were right or had the right of way, and don't pick fights with cars.