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Flashing. 2/27/2007

I got on the bike and rode out to work first thing in the morning, as usual. I exited the parking lot of my condo, giving the security guards at the post a wave of my hand. I came out onto the main road, and turned left.

Now, the thing about the condo where I stay is that parking spaces are limited, as in each unit only gets one parking space. And considering that most units have 2 or three cars, the residents end up parking their cars on the main road, at an angle. Mornings will see an exodus of people coming out of their units, and walking out to their cars. Many will be carrying laptop bags or briefcases, or handbags. And usually they open the read door to stash the bag in the back seat, before geting in the driver’s seat and heading off.

Today was no exception. I came of of the unit at the peak of morning rush hour, and I could see cars on either side of me hainvg their doors opened, and hear engines being warmed up. As I rolled down the road, I glanced to my left, and almost lost control of Bikebike.

The car off to my left had its rear door open, and the owner of the car was bent over, probably arranging things in the back seat. She had one foot on the road, and the other bent at the knee, resting on the back seat. She was reaching far inside the car, doing god only knows what. Which isn’t so bad, in and of itself. What almost made me crash Bikebike was the fact the she was wearing a skirt.

An altogether too short skirt, which allowed her panties to show. And these weren’t sexy, lacy things either. These were definitely granny undies, flesh coloured, which she was possibly using to keep her tummy tucked in and hips in check, so that she could wear that altogether inappropriate dress, with its way too short skirt. I use the word inapproriate because, well, the view I was being afforded showed me her thighs.

Lots of thigh. Big. Huge. Like sides of beef. In that pasty pale skin from not seeing the sun. To make things worse, they were covered in cellulite, and there were varicose veins on her legs. She wasn’t wearing stockings, which I guess might have made it slightly more bearable, but this was way too much.

I averted my gaze quickly, and gunned the throttle to get away from the sight as quickly as possible. I shuddered in my jacket. If there was ever a reason for this country to impose Islamic law, and impose wearing the burqa compulsory for women, that was it.

Comments»

1. Dabido(Teflon) - 2/27/2007

Surprised you didn’t chuck in your helmet and then crash! lol Very scarey site first thing in the morning. ;-)

2. Tinker - 2/27/2007

Sort of the antiGirl-Friday? I need to scrub my brain and eyeballs of that IMAGE.

3. Nicholas - 2/28/2007

owwwwww.. my imagination hurts… you now offically owe us a double dose of girl friday…

4. HORNY ANG MOH - 2/28/2007

Yucky, yucky.

5. KY - 2/28/2007

hahaha, you should mount a small camera on ur bike.

6. IB - 2/28/2007

1. Karma is a bitch. That someone already has this “pasty pale skin from not seeing the sun”. I’m sure the others are on order.

2. Snark in white singlet is not an exactly aesthetically pleasing sight for us girls either ya know.

3. That’s what you get for looking under every single skirt you can.