NO WHIMPS ALLOWED
By: Margie Marshall
A few weeks ago I was coming home from the office in my car,
in my scrubs, and it was cold. I was
driven off the road by a man in a large black van while he was talking on the
phone. Our lanes merged and he wasn’t paying
attention. As he came up along side of
my car, I was yelling and blowing my horn to let him know that I didn’t have
anywhere to go but up on the sidewalk and into a wall. Traffic was heavy and I was starting to panic
and then he came so close that I did go up on the sidewalk and blew 2 tires and
my steering was uncontrollable and I finally came down back onto the road and
didn’t hit any other cars or the big concrete light poll or the wall-that was a
miracle in its self- and I continued on 2 good tires until I came to the
nearest street that I could pull over on and stop. I got out of the car with my cell phone and
looked at the car and the 2 tires… I then started to shake and cry. I just sat down on the curb and tried to call
Edward and our son, but they were in the movies and had their cell phones
off.
A few minutes later a policeman on a HARLEY came up and
asked if I was alright, was I hurt, and did I need to call anyone? My whole head hurt and things went black and
I knew I might pass out. He took my cell
phone and was about to call my ICE # and I said “Please don’t call that, I will
be fine..” He then sat down beside me on
the curb and said, in a matter of fact voice, “Do you ride a Harley?” ( I guess
he saw my sticker on the window). I said
yes and then he said – without missing a beat.. “Then buck it up!” I was so surprised I started to laugh. I just looked at him and kept laughing. We called AAA- he waited until I was able to
drive and go home.
I thought about what he said for hours and later decided
that I was a tough old broad and could handle some jerk in a big van that cost
me 2 new tires and an alignment and half of my Saturday wasted in a tire place. Some
of my non-Harley friends look at me now that we ride and have said that I have
changed a little. I seem to have more
“moxy” – I can’t think of a better work for a lady… If I were a man, I might
say something like – I finally got ----s.. But… It felt good to think that I
might have gained a little bit of strength by riding a Harley and of course
being influenced by you’ll. I still turn
red and get all sweaty when I have to speak but at least next time some big
jerk tries to run me off the road I won’t fall apart….
