I encountered a biker gang as I merged onto the freeway this morning. For the first minute or two I thought, "wow, you don't see this everyday. How cool!"
After said few moments of awe, my thoughts turned to disbelief, then irritation, and rage to follow. These bikers were taking up both lanes. Deliberately. I knew not what I ought to do. Was this worth pestering law enforcement? There was a line of fellow vehicles piling up behind me.
After some time, we passed a few emergency response vehicles, one of which belonging to an officer. Though the circumstances of those emergency vehicles being present were dire, hope sparked in my heart as the officer pulled onto the freeway behind me.
Several more minutes passed. My hope was dying. Perhaps nothing would be done. That is, until it happened. A flash of red in blue, both far ahead, and close behind. I steer to my right, allowing the hero through.
Traffic slows quite significantly for a few moments. Then I see it as I pull back into the left lane. The villains of this tale, being escorted by two law enforcement vehicles to the right, stopping in the shoulder. I cheer. My fellow bystanders weep tears of unbridled joy and breathe sighs of great relief. Here this story ends, victorious.
Then everyone else on the road started pissing me off by going .5 mph faster than the people they were passing.
