UPDATED and BUMPED: Yep, still angry. I was out at the end of my driveway two days ago when he came squealing around the corner in his black Toyota pickup with his bike locked into the bed. He saw me and it sounded like he mashed the gas pedal through the floor boards (given the engine roar), and squealed again on the other side of my property (my lot borders his street on one side and the only way out of the neighborhood on the far side). Gosh, I do remember him yelling at me for speeding while driving at a FAR lower speed. Glass houses, stones, and all.
I just smiled. He’s gonna be a hoot when his hearing is finally scheduled…speaking of….
Yesterday, I got a call from a good friend…