Zach Hates You

Today I was out zipping around Seattle with a friend in nice sunny weather having a great time.  When she asked if she could get dropped off around the Westlake Mall I asked her if she was serious.

Downtown Seattle.

430pm.

Really?

Getting there wasn’t that bad.  There was one Metro driver that wasn’t happy with the fact that while pulled over, I snuck the bike into the space next to him.  I don’t care how big you’re vehicial is.  I’ll win.  Not that the driver saw me glaring at him through my very dark tinted windscreen, he decided that it was better to just let me in front of him.  He chose wisely and gets to continue living. Good for him!

So dropping my little punk of a friend off at the mall.  No big deal.  Now it’s time for me to head back home.  Still south of Beltown’s now fucked up roads due to construction, I figured 2nd Ave wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.

Wrong.

It took me 30 mins to go 5 blocks.  That was doing all the illegal things I possible could do while on my bike aside from riding on the sidewalks.  Even with SPD directing traffic the whole place was madness.  All I could do was watch as my poor, hot motorcycle’s temp gauge continued to rise.  Normally it hovers at around 187.  While stuck in traffic it neared 210.  Poor, poor SV.  So not being able to take it anymore, I shot up to Capitol Hill thinking it was a better bet then trying to get to SoDo.  It wasn’t the best, but I’m sure it was better then anything else.  Guess what kiddies?  It’s PRIDE weekend! That’s great, I’m really happy that you’re happy about being gay.  Be as gay as you want.  I’m OK with it.  Really.

NOW POST SIGNS BEFORE YOU CLOSE DOWN MAIN FUCKING ROADS ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON.

When I am a rich man, I’ll have a motorcycle armed to the teeth ready to blow away traffic enabling me to zip through the still burning carnage.  When that day comes, I’ll be a happy Zach.  Still full of hate, just more of a sadistic glee.