Gimpy Walker

A couple of months ago I almost hit someone.

A pedestrian.

Seems that not everyone views a 4500 lbs black hurtling kinetic nightmare with bad tires quite like I do. See, I view it as impending death. I guess I'm in the minority.

Bad enough when I have to erch to a halt to avoid cars. But when a pedestrian walks into the middle of the road without looking, I get a bit more mad. There's a crosswalk 100 feet down the road - I expect people to wander into the middle of the road there...

Skip forward a couple of months.

On my way to work.

Driving the GT this time.

Someone walks out in front of me.

I stopped about a foot away from this guy. Then the smoke caught up with me. That pissed me off. Flatten my tires and cook my brakes because some guy can't use a sidewalk and can't see a bright red car?

Then he looked at me and ran off.

"YOU FUCKER! I RECOGNIZE YOU!"

Yup. Same guy. Same place.

I was half out of the car when I realized that there was traffic behind me and I better scooch before I get rearended. Now I drive up and down that stretch of Tropicana waiting for him. I want a chance to take the value of my tires and brakes out on his hide.