Car V bike P2

The insurance company of the guy who it me sends me another letter... telling me that my claim is being transferred to their "bodily injury unit."

So I decided i was going to put these guys in their place once and for all... not only does this asshole hit me, but he has his cronies calling me, and sending me letters in the mail... like 3 times!!!!11 I am going to put these guy in there place... I decide to call them up

I finally get connected to the agent in charge of my case... I give her the case number and she pulls it up. I explain to her that I am fine, I could have died but I didn't, so I feel an obligation not to dwell on this. She explains that my claim is no longer in her hands, but has been transferred to a different specialist to whom she can transfer me. This makes me inexplicably angrier, I am so irrationally frustrated the following conversation took place.

Me: NO, I am fine. I do not need a bodily injury specialist. My body is not injured

Her: well sir, in your file it says you suffered scrapes and bruises, and you never know when injury might flare up again. Its 'so and so's' job to evaluate if you are eligible for compensation.

Me: I am absolutely fine. I do not want to have to deal with you guys anymore, unless you are going to apologize for your customer being an asshole to me, and threatening to sue me after he smashed his car into me. Otherwise, I am completely fine, I just had a $30 bike repair bill, and I am pissed off at your customer.

Her: Do you have a recpit for the repair?

Me: Now you're just being silly... Are you serious? I could have not walked away from this, but I did. I am thankful for this and don't want to dwell on it. I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY!!! I'm busy and I just want you guys to leave me alone.


(she seemed very thrown off by this, especially the part where I said I insisted I was fine and said that I don't want their money... and yes I understand why that's shocking)

Her: um... okay. I am going to close out your file saying you are happy with the outcome, and leave a note for the Bodily Injury Unit to not bother contacting you. Is this alright?

me: Yes please!

Her: okay bye




As soon as I hung up the phone I realized 'I think they wanted to give me free money for darting out in front of this guy on my bike.' I am immediately filled with regret. I am confident that words alone cannot describe how I initially felt, nor can comparison to other events--there have been no events on scale with this.

Ultimately though, I really didn't feel entitled to money just for getting hit by a car, infact if anything I feel as though someone somewhere should have kicked my ass for allowing myself to get hit by a car. I truly didn't want any money either. It's part of my socio-political philosophy on whats wrong with society. After all I do complain quite a bit about assholes who feel that they are entitled to free money just because someone is giving it out.

Did I make a mistake? Maybe, I can damn sure use the money right now, tuition, food, books, car etc etc. I'd like to think that there's not enough good people out there, and here's to hoping that I am one of them.
What say you commenter? Good idea? Stupid idea?

Poetry from HS

So I was browsing around trying to consolidate all the data that I wanted to keep with my for the rest of my life onto one computer. While doing this I came across quite a bit of stuff that I had saved then forgotten about years ago--some of it too complex and obscure to ever quantify and file.

I also stumbled upon alot of my "creative writing" from HS. Attached is my poem about my highschool girlfriend's mother.... Hope you enjoy






My Girlfriends mom


I'm not afraid of spiders
I'm not afraid of worms
I'm not afraid of ghosts
But I'm afraid of my girlfriend's mom

I'm not afraid of what people think
I'm not afraid of the dark
I'm not afraid of myself
But I am afraid of my girlfriend's single-parent mom

I'm not afraid of what will come
I'm not afraid to face my fate
I'm not afraid to die right now
But I'm afraid of my girlfriend's single-parent-man-hating mom

I'm not afraid of eternity
I'm not afraid of hell
I'm not afraid to be myself
But my girlfriend's single-parent-man-hating-police-officer mother scares me

I'm not afraid to be ripped limb from limb
I'm not afraid to be skinned alive and covered in salt
I'm not afraid to be buried alive
But geeze that lady scares me

And when the world Comes to an end, and mankind achieves universal knowledge and understanding and there are no more wars, no disese, no poverty.
When we all just get along, and dance naked in the fields, and around the trees, and sing songs songs of the earth again.

I will still fear her.

Car v Bike.... I lose!

I was riding my bike down Pearl road in Strongsville, going downhill doing slightly over 20 mph. I was passing near the "Communications Center" aka the old library. So I'm cruising on the sidewalk and I see this guy trying to pull out of the parking lot, he is stopped looking for a break in traffic to pull out. His minivan is partially in the sidewalk. So I'm flying down the sidewalk, headed towards the metroparks with my Headphones on, blasting some Streetlight Manifesto, I look at this guy, and we lock eyes... I assume this means that he sees me, and acknowledges that I have the right of way.

I hop my bike infront of him passing in the apron of the driveway, and he guns it to try to beat me through the intersection, the side of my bike collides with the front of his car. I had this instant where everything stopped and became very clear... the moment his car touched my bike. It's safe to say things happened very fast after that... I was thrown from my bike and landed in the street (thankfully there was no traffic) I instinctively tucked and rolled and avoided landing on my head (I never wear a helmet) My leg that got hit by the car, and my shoulder took the brunt of the force. I do remember feeling my body completely destroy the bug shield on the front of this guys car...which really pissed him off.

I pick myself up and this short middle aged Asian man wearing super thick glasses gets out of the minivan and starts hollering at me, as I am getting out of the road. he was bitching, I was pretty angry... The exchange went something like this ...

"What you do you idiot.. You need to pay for my car... look at this damage"

"I'm on a bike you idiot, you hit me.... I'm not paying for shit"

"Your fault, you pulled infront of me, you have to pay"

"I'm fairly certian I don't. I can call the cops and have them come out here and see what they say"

At this point the back door slides open to reveal his entire family, and they all pile out in Chinese fire drill fashion.... I am exhausted from riding, disoriented from getting hit, full of adrenaline, and now a bunch of small stereotypes are running around...
A woman who I can only assume is his mother starts yelling at me in Chinese. At this point it only serves to make me very angry, I don't speak Chinese, and I try to explain this to her. Eventually she starts just hollering "no police, no police, no police." Meanwhile the guy who hit me takes this initiative to call the cops himself... promising to sue me for damage to his car... he made this promise numerous times.

So the cops show up and take picture of his car, and my bike and take statements from me. I explained exactly how it happened to the cops, exactly what went down, rather than a dressed up lie to make me seem completely innocent. It turns out, they did NOT write this guy a ticket for smashing his car into me.

So after explaining this to the cops, writing statements, and refusing an ambulance I finally get on my way back home with a promise from this guy to see me in court for the "damage to his car" and a reassurance from the cops that this guy doesn't have much of a leg to stand on. Except when I get home and sit down to blog about this, only then does it start feeling like I bit the ground at 20+mph, only now does it start hurting and road rash appears, and scrapes that I didnt notice before start to bleed. The adrenaline wears off.

My father urges me to go straight to the ER for a full workup, and my mother explains that my sister got rear-ended last year, took it to court, and got her full medical bills paid and $1650 for "pain and suffering." Now I'm thinking... "This jerk hit me with his car, poor little old me just riding my bike... do you know how much money I can get from him. Man some tuition money sure would be nice, especially since I am looking to move out soon. A 4 digit settlement would sure go a long way, and definitely get me a nicer bike, or at least some performance rims."

But alas, I decided that I am the bigger person, while yes I basically have a ticket to get some free money from the guy, thats not what I'm all about. I'm no expert on the law, but I am an expert biker, he did hit me, but I could have avoided it.



I really hope this guy cools down and decides not to sue me, but alas I will keep you all updated on anything that happens.

Problem Solving

I have been thinking about my problem solving methodology, and how it has changed and modified over the years. I have compiled below the ideal steps I take to solve a problem. Hopefully they work for you too.



How to solve Problems

-Don't Panic
Stay cool and don't loose your shit. Be sure to take in your surroundings, and stay alert, everything counts for something, don't waste time

-Process information
before acting, gather as much information as possible. Process this information, let it run through your head a few times. Familiarize yourself with it.

-State the problem, then the facts, then assumptions
Order your information, this helps clarify things. Write it down if necessary. Use this to analyze your problem, giving the most weight to the facts, less weight to assumptions, and even less weight to hunches.

-possible plans of action
Weigh the probability, outcome, and merit of any and all possibilities. Consider them carefully against each other, and all other solutions. Think carefully before acting.

-Throw it all out the window
If you've come this far and the solution to your problem isnt completely clear, your left brain needs to give up and give it to the right. The left is clearly out of its league here.

STOP thinking and ACT.
I repeat, do not think, let something other than logic guide you. Do something driven purely by your emotions, artistic side, sense of awesome, instinct or impulsive whim. Just do it, At this point it usually works out well.

omegle.com is pretty weird

This is my conversation from Omegle.com

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hi
You: hello!
You: hows it going?
Stranger: its good good
Stranger: how about urself?
You: pretty good, just hanging out inside tonight
Stranger: dats cool
Stranger: asl?
You: 23 m oh
You: you?
Stranger: 17 f england
You: oh cool cool
You: thats like pretty far away
Stranger: yeah but if you come over here we could party
Stranger: ;)
You: oh?
Stranger: mhmm, me and my bf are looking for an older guy for a threesome, but we both agreed he's gotta be america
Stranger: n
You: ha. Thats interesting, why do you want an american?
Stranger: well i love the accent and my fella thinks you'll bring us over some cheap football jerseys
You: haha.
You: what are you talking about, we dont have an accent :-P
Stranger: hehe ur lucky ur probably cute!
You: I always kinda had a thing for british girls accents
Stranger: how big are you?
You: 5' 10"
Stranger: bit smaller then eric but your taller then me
Stranger: how bigs ur cock?
You: I dont know how you do things in england, but guys to talk to girls under 17 about that sort of thing end up in jail
Stranger: its ok 16's the legal over here
Stranger: plus im not going to tell anyone am i?
You: I'm big enough
You: plus, im not into the guy-guy-gal thing
Stranger: dont worry you'l get frontsies
You: This is a pretty stange and inappropriate conversation
Stranger: if you didnt like it then why did you stay? plus im 44 m from cleveland
You: thats way creepier
Stranger: thanks
Stranger: i had u goin for a while tho
You: honestly though, not really
Stranger: yeah i need to work on it dont i
Stranger: what gave it away?
You: man, I'm from cleveland
You: thats kinda weird
Stranger: yeah ive never act got ppl from here
Stranger: ah well fuck it
Stranger: off to find another guy
Stranger: bye sweetie
Stranger: xxxx

CSU Legal tender

I drove to school today, like I do twice a week, every week. I waited in a line of cars to pay a snide Indian Undergrad, with a bad attitude, to let me park. I give him a $20 for my $4 parking and I expect to receive $16 in change... You'd think he would have some money in the register, since it was already about 3pm. Instead I receive $15 and the pictured below


It it what appears to be 4 quarters wrapped a few times in a piece of paper, then wrapped a few times in a rubber band with "$1.00" hand written on it. I GOT THIS AS CHANGE, FROM THE PARKING ATTENDANT.

So I took it inside and tried to buy a cup of coffee with it. The large sassy black woman told me something to the effect of "I don't care where you got it, that ain't money, and I don't accept whatever the hell that is, you unwrap it if you want to buy a coffee." This is only ironic because my status update this morning was this... "Is there any justice in a world where a vending machine will give you Canadians quarters as change, but won't accept them back to buy food?"

DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE THE IRONY IN THIS.

I completely plan on using this to pay for parking on Wednesday, and making a HUGE deal if they won't take it as is.

highschool

I guess I want to do things for the right reason. It seems like a pretty simple and straightforward concept, but it bears the question: "What is the right reason". I have always made a point of trying to think for myself and break away from the pack, but lately it seems like I am just a little too separated from the pack. All of my friends are either engaged, or in a serious relationship, leaving me feeling like the only single person in the world. I'm picky, and I also think I might be a little bit socially retarted when it comes to talking to members of the opposite sex.



I recently found a book I had as a junior in HS. Its basically a narrative of my first girlfriend. Its a series of basically journal entries, where I gushed about my feelings, and wrote poems. I read through it, and it seemed so foreign to me, but as I read it, I had a vivid recal of the entire series of events that was my first real relationship. I read about 20 pages of stuff, and at the end, there was a letter she had written me. It was after she had read my notes and poems, it was a bittersweet breakup letter. The entire thing reeked of Puppy love highschool relationship. I have been toying around with the idea of transcribing the entire thing online, for posterity, and entertainment. From start to finish, it tells a story that needs no additional explanation.

I can't help but be embarassed reading through it, so cheesy, nieve, and selfish. Although somewhere theres something I feel I can learn from looking back at it. Ya know, something about myself--how to give unconditionally, how to be in touch with my inner self or some shit like that. Its weird to know I won't ever love so absolutely and nievely as I did when I wrote it--I even went into details on how it made me feel mentally and physically. Details talking about how I could't get her smile out of my mind, hanging on her every word, awkward highschool confessions of feelings, rhyming iambit tetrameter, scribbles and doodles.

So I don't know what to do. I'm probably going to post it online somewhere under a different psuedonym, anyone who would like to read it, is more than welcome. I would like to get another opinion on it



P.S. If this doesnt make much sense, my brains not quite on right now, and I doubt I will ever edit it

Cheap tequila last night: the aftermath

Light slowly builds up to a headache, noise doesn't hurt, it just confuses me. Everything seems to be a one-off of reality, sorta like I'm on autopilot floating through my day. Thinking is out of the question for now. My brain is just a fog, trying to concentrate just puts pressure on it, and squishes it around... A big foggy mass being squished and squeezed, as I try to concentrate--even now, its being bruised from the abuse of writing this. I feel pretty useless, but I am amazed at how time flies by sitting in a darkened room... 10 minutes gone like nothing

I found myself in a conversation where I asked the same question 3 times in under 2 minutes... My brain again, a big fog with bits of random activity spitting out whatever. I try to shift out of autopilot, only to start squishing and mashing my fragile state.

Imagine a physical mass, my brain. Now imagine concentration as taking it in both your hands and wrenching it around, shifting its mass, twisting it, punching it, and torquing it. That's not only what it feels like, but what I mentally picture. Even now, I forgot where the second half of this was going.

to everyone who claims to have never suffered the mental effects of a hangover... Fuck you.

My Life as a video game

Below is a review of my life, as if it were a video game.


I was incited by the by the pictures on the back of the box, and the brief description of the game. "Enjoy the busy life of Tony Nunn, a college student working full time in an engineering department and commuting to a school in the city. Meet new people, go on exciting adventures, and guide the character through an infinite numbers of exciting levels... A game packed with this much action is hard to pass." The back of the box had some sweet pictures of the main character performing some sort of extreme sledding sport, playing with some really cool exciting electrical equipment inventing something, and at a college party chatting up some girls. I saw the game and I was like "I have GOT to play this game."

I sit down at my TV, pop the disk in my console, and ready myself with the controller. The game uses all the buttons, so I have a cheat sheet that came with the game to help be get adjusted. I start a new game, and I decided not to go with the default name, but to name my character "MAX AWESOME" because this was going to be a non-stop thrill ride of awesome. Gameplay consists of a character in a 3d world with a HUD displaying important information, an "energy" bar, a "general health" bar, a "Student loans" bar, and a value for cash on hand. When searching through the pause menu you can access a submenu with lots of other stats, strength, intelligence, awesomeness, etc etc.

The game starts with you waking up at 6:30am, You get up and don't even have full energy, infact its barely half way full. Scramble to earn as many hygiene and health points as possible before 6:50, Then leave for work. The driving mingame was terrible, the windshield would not unfog, the headlights sucked, and The windshield washer fluid was empty and just caused the wipers to streak alot.... this remained constant for every iteration of the driving minigame.

The work setting easily makes up a good portion of the game. Throughout the day you will need to go to the vending machine to buy snacks to keep your energy up, be careful in your selection, because nearly everything brings your health down too, the best you can hope for is a slow decent into obesity and poor health, but that's further into the game. The work part was a little confusing. A good part of the day is spent hiding, or acting busy, when a coworker finds you, you get assigned tasks which you cannot complete till you level up. These tasks will pile up indefinitely--no clear way to level up.

the majority of this part of the game consists of walking back and forth to the printer, rework soldering PCB's, while avoiding getting into RPG battles with old women, and computer programmers who use only passive aggressive attacks. When in one of these battles, your attacks are rarely effective, running away and loosing dignity points is generally the only way to escape. There are rare items that allow you to win or avoid battles, including the Golden soldering iron, Free donuts, and the Cloak of invisibility, are earned through side quests.
Should you choose, some of the side quests include, including "find your boss," "Conquer HR's Paperwork mountain," "Figure out the large format printer," "Cubicle Calamity," "Lunch hour drinking game" and "office battle royal,"

Work villains include

Cranky old women
-Completely immune to logic, and usually so self righteous the only way to beat them is to use a summoning spell and summon their boss, this is a high level technique and has a high cost, best just to run from these battles.

Computer Programmers
-Masters of logic, who work in teams, rhetoric and logic attacks are useless against them, safety in numbers defends them from standard attacks. Be ready for a wave of passive aggressive attacks Use attacks that rely on street smarts and social skills to survive these encounters, ass kissing might occasionally be necessary.


Dock Workers
-These are confusing at first, if you try any attack on them you simply get pounded by a forklift and die. The only way to survive the encounter is to use the "kiss ass" and "compliment" features burried deep in the battle sub menus.

Mechanical engineers
-Usually too busy with their own work, but occasionally you will find yourself against one, rely on your intelligence points to get you through, best bet is to reference circuit design.

Bosses/corporate employees
-Run


All in all the Work section of the day is pretty boring, lacking a real driving force behind, your mill around increasing your stress bar, but slowly increasing your cash on hand.

I was pretty excited about the next part, the driving level. You get to drive down the highway of death, and through the city from hell to School. Dangers include female drivers, moron drivers, construction, homeless people, pot holes, RTA buses, and poorly marked roads. It's about a 30 minute level, which consists mostly of dodging cars and chuckholes, while minding the amount of gas in your tank. You can't choose a car, it gives you a '97 Honda accord, which has no pickup, poor reaction time, terrible speed, and pulls pretty hard to the left. You only have one life, and your car can only incur a small amount of damage before it racks up INSANE repair bills which must be paid immediately. Making this a challenging and ultimately unrewarding level.

Once you get to school you can freely roam the campus, and the city and start to get some real opportunities to explore the games unique environment and UI. You don't have very long before class starts, so make your time count. Some of the things to do include: Choosing between 3 overpriced shitty food sources, studying, socializing, surfing the internet, and exploring the city. Should you choose to explore the city, you will be doing battle with the the following

homeless
-Make sure you have emotions disabled under your personality submenu, and homeless will provide no problem at all.

the prick
-The guy who works/lives downtown, and thinks he is some hot shit, he dressed really nice and is carrying a briefcase or backpack. He will initiate confrontation, but quickly back down, be sure to use rhetoric and anger when dealing with him.

Mugger
-very rare, but you will occasionally meet someone who wants to take all the money from your wallet. They are generally a higher level than you, I've met one weak against rhetoric and logic, but its anyone's guess as how to handle this foe.


If you stay on campus you will have a far broader selection of enemies which I have gone into detail on below.

Frat guy/sorority girl
-Generally traveling in packs, they stand no chance against your wit and real world life experience, although they quickly develop an immunity especially in packs, be sure to finish them off quickly. Be careful around frat guys, a pack of them have superior fighting stats than you, and may elevate things to fisticuffs.

City trash
-Only going to school because the government is sending them on taxpayers tab, and only one semester till they fail out. They will always speak an unintelligible language, making wit and rhetoric extremely hard to execute. It is extremely rare to battle one, because they are so self absorbed, but if you do they launch cell phone based attacks primarily. Manage to destroy their cellphone first, they wont be able to call for backup or attack, then you can use your intelligence points to confuse them away.

Dorm Kids
-Think they are some hot shit because they live in a crowded tower and attend school sponsored events. Their dorm keycard around their neck will be a dead give away. They survive on a steady diet of ramen, booze and sex, they are generally easy to beat, but can sometimes prove to be more stubborn than you think.

Party Kids
-Communication majors, gen ed majors, and education majors mostly, they attack you with annoyance based attacks. Intelligence and money are a help to beating them, but elitism is a sure fire bet... use attacks like, "I drink real, expensive beer, not shit beer like you." They crumble easily.

Liberal arts majors.
-BAM LOGIC! bonus points for making them cry.


At 6:00 you have class which is boring and drains the last of your characters energy and assorted stats. By the time you get out of class, you now have many more menu items available, although I was unable to use most of them because of the time, of day, or because my stats are too low, of cool unaccessable menu items, a few were: meet women, Party, Extreme Sports, read a book, write for fun, write to be published, Fishing, Biking, play Frisbee, gawk at hot girls, etc.
It disappointing me that I was unable to perform any of these actions, and I have yet to really figure out how to have both the time and energy to do any of them.

I played the game for a while and managed to get though quite a few days that all ended up the same. I had to do a lot of studying to keep up my knowledge points, and after I was done with school the only thing i had enough energy for was really "drive home" and "watch 30 minutes of tv." Also in the HUD, there is a student loans meter, which slowly climbs up as your play, it seems there is really no way to make it decline that I have figured out, maybe that's in a further level.

The goal of the game seems to go as long as possible without running your general health, and energy into the ground and driving up your student loans, I'm unsure if there is away to win, but the game seems extremely tough and mundane. Its like Harvest Moon but not fun. I would recommend this game if you enjoy repetitive RPGs where the odds are constantly stacked against you.

My faith is restored in rich teenage punks

So I'm biking though my hometown, dressed in beat up old blue jeans and a ratty old tshirt. This is how I bike. I'm on my mountain bike working up a hell of a sweat, I am completely exhausted, and have been pushing myself really hard the entire ride.

I'm infront of Mc Donalds on Pearl road about 30 feet from the intersection. I look to the traffic light and see that traffic on pearl (the road I am trying to cross is stopped, and traffic on the side street has just got the green. So I decide to cross the road, I make it partly into the road, and I see the asshole who was at the other side of the intersection was making an unsignaled turn. I stop dead in my tracks before I get into his path.
So this Motherfucker decides that he is some hot shit, so he slows way the fuck down and wags his finger at me as he drives by giving me the most pretentious look ever. I am pretty exhausted, so I wag my finger back and make a stupid face at him, then realize oh wait.... prominently hold up my middle finger and proclaim "fuck you!" This gets a bunch of good laughs out of some teenage punks piled into a car waiting at the intersection.
I head the brakes on his Chevy impala scream to a halt. This guy is clearly going to teach me a lesson now, I have offended his self righteous sensibilities and this is Strongsville after all, how dare I. He gets out of his car, FURIOUS (keep in mind he wasn't the one almost killed.) walks around back and starts talking some shit. if I do remember the conversation went like this...
(I'm going to forgo the caps, because it was pretty much all shouting)

Asshole: You stupid punk ass, I should have run over your dumb shit little ass.
Me: Don't talk to me like that, I'm a fucking college grad. I didn't see your turn signal douchebag.
Asshole Don't make me call your parents you little prick
Me: go ahead, while you do that, I'll give your wife another call.

At his point he starts the furious fast walk towards me. I'm starting to worry, because I am pretty sure I will loose this fight, he is not only bigger than me, but I'm winded and dripping with sweat. My fight or flight instinct is locked in an endless loop, cycling hundreds of time a second something like this.

10 fight or flight
20 Do I stand a chance? If no, go to 30
30 Is it a matter of pride? If yes, go to 40
40 Am I willing to run away? is no, go to 50
50 FUCK, go to 10

I'm considering alternatives rapidly as he closes the distance, 30 feet, 20 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet. my bike drops, and I'm about to go for my pocket knife, and pull it on him in the middle of the street when I head car doors opening and closing. I look behind my to see all of those teenage punks standing behind me.
I have no idea what think of this at first, but I am still ready for a fight I will clearly loose (these seem to be the only fights I seem to get myself into). The teenagers are dressed like you'd expect, blue jeans, T-shits with clever sayings, or bands, or obnoxious crap on them, at least one of them in a hoodie... basically me in highschool times 4. None of them looked particularly tough.
One of them steps up next to me, and he is SIGNIFICANTLY more pissed that I can muster up. (must be his hard life as a teenager in a rich suburb, all that suffering and angst) So standing next to me, he booms out this voice that made even me scared, "GET THE FUCK BACK IN YOUR CAR," His friends step up, and start saying their much less cool one lines, that aren't quite as threatening. I don't remember any of their lines, because that's about when the driver of their car start SCREAMING LIKE A FUCKING BANSHEE, she must have been one of their girlfriends, because it was "OH MY GOD, GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE CAR, YOUR GONNA GET US KILLED, YOU ARE SO EMBARASSING, MY MOM WAS RIGHT, WHY DO YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS ALWAYS DO THIS STUPID SHIT, GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW OR I'M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU"
This rendered me speechless. I was totally taken off guard. The guy turns and heads back to his car, screaming at us how he is going to call the police and have us all arrested, and how "the town has gone to hell because delinquents are running around playing vigilante" At this point teenage girl is BITCHING so hard I think she's going to blow a vocal cord out, and the guys start yelling back at her. The light turns green and they hurry back to the car. As they are moving, and I am still a little stunned, I holler at them "Hey thanks guys, that was awesome." I got a "No problem, Rock on man" in return. I picked up my bike and got to the other side of the road and continued riding

So I'm still confused and I ride off. The end. I was really happy that good people still exist today, even young people, it re-affirmed my faith in the youth of today. In retrospect I kinda wish I was able to really thank those guys. I guess its just the code of Highschool slacker/punks.

It is important to keep in mind that the entire proceedings happened in about 20-30 seconds max, and I was extremely exhausted, and therefore my mind was working slower than it should have. I was in no way shape or form, ready for a confrontation, much less what transpired.