While riding in this morning a red pickup with a bit of lift (wannabe monster truck) had to wait for like three seconds behind me as I was making a left turn. He makes the same left then guns it to pass me on the hill that begins immediately after the turn, laying on the horn.
As I proceed down the same road, I start to see a bunch of dribble, like somebody had a leaky radiator or something. After another mile, I crest another hill and spot the same pickup about a quarter mile ahead, stopped in the middle of the road, hood up, steam or smoke rising.
As much as I wanted to stop and help (not that I would laugh or gloat or anything), my turn came first. Oh well.
Karma is karma, neh. ?