Unfiltered Story #124973

I am riding my bicycle down a small residential street when I am buzzed by a guy in a convertible. He is driving way too fast for the street, perhaps 50. Annoyed, I yell “Watch it!”

He flips me off and rushes on cutting off a Camaro. “Where are the cops when you need them!” I mutter to myself. Only to see the red Camaro put on cop-flashers and pull the guy over. As I biked off, the cops were giving him a ticket.