Well, I like telling wierd stories. So I guess 'll tell one here. But being a military brat and all, I'm gonna go with old tradition. Actually, I encourage all of you to do somewhat the same thing( I think some have already started).The tradition is, only 15% of the story has to be true.This makes for a good story. So here goes.
I was an awesome spring evening, perfect temperature, perfect wind perfect everything. So I dropped everything and headed for my bike. After checking the air pressure and lubing the chain I was off.It was about ten miles into the ride when things started going awry.I was headed up a hill,and the surroundings started changing, instead of perfect weather, it was terrible weather, stinkin' hot, no wind, and worst of all the hill dissapeared.And then these ugly metal contraptions started cruising by at 60-80 miles an hour, nearly knocking me off my bike.And when they had past I got choked by hot fumes coming from the exhaust and I could hardly breathe.Then one of these annoying things hit me, and I flew smack into a tree...SPLAT!!! Now I was ticked. I was John Wayne ,Dirty Harry and GI JOE. I pulled myself off the tree and stood in the path these pieces of crap seemed to be following, and when the next one came...I caught it with one hand, smashed it to smitherines and ripped the operator out of his seat and gave him a piece of my mind. When I was finished with him I continued destroying all those annoying pieces of crap I could get my hands on. Then...I found where they were coming from, and I destroyed that too!!!! And then, like magic, the world went back to normal....I was almost home, and there were no....................Cars