Bikers... oh dear Bikers

I used to think it was really great having a motor bike. I wish I could drive one without tipping over. I wish I had one to drive around traffic with.But after today I'm not so sure anymore. We went out for a wonderful day in a national park. We went hiking and had lunch there. Actually we went walking for 5 minutes then had an hour and a half break, then walked another 10 minutes. That was hiking for us.

Well, after eating cookies, looking at a lake that was really just a little swamp thing, acting out an imaginary play about a troll under a bridge, having a philosophical discussion about trees and noises in forests, we decided to head home. We wanted to have a movie night, but it was probably best that we ended up working and being really really productive.

Anyway, on our way home, on the highway driving like 80-100km/h, we drove onto the highway not knowing there were 200 or more bikers on the highway. They were sitting on the handlebars, doing wheelies, speeding obnoxiously then slowing down really hard, and swerving around cars. They were being more than obnoxious with their own lives, but putting others at peril. We drove carefully but at several points almost hit bikers who were being stupid and swinging from lane to lane. It was scary and to the point that we called 911. We told them where they were heading and that the bikers were cutting us off from driving where we had to, and being precarious with their and our lives.
Idiots...

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