My daughetr goes to an arts academy magnet school in Beaverton, where she plays the double upright bass in the orchestra as well as the jazz band.
Wednesday they had a performance downtown Portland at the Schnitzer, and she got a ride with a friend, while I called in sick at work. I'm laying in bed feeling like sh!t, and the phone rings. My daughter grabbed the wrong bow and is pleading with me to bring her good one to the performing arts center. I utter a few classical obscenities and get in the truck to make the 20 minute drive into downtown Portland at 9 am.
Right before the on-ramp to 26 from Cornell, I'm sitting at an intersection light, waiting to jump on the ramp straight ahead and be on my way. I notice a BMW something coming from the right at the intersection, and as my light turns green, he does this slow motion turn onto the ramp, well after I had started through the intersection. I normally don't mind or make a big deal of people pulling in front of me AS LONG AS they pick up the pace, so as to NOT impede traffic that has the legal right of way. Well, this guy must be on his phone, or doing something really important, because he's oblivious to me coming across the intersection, and he's just poking along. The ramp is a good 1/4 mile long or more, and I've got a minivan to my left, launching along side me to get on the ramp. I can tell this schmuck in the beemer isn't in any big hurry, so I punch it and switch lanes after getting by the minivan, then I notice Mr. Beemer looking over at me as I come up on him. Well, he'll have none of this, of course. No effin pick-up is going to pass him, no matter that he was impeding traffic to begin with. He punches it and I thought oh sh!t, he's an a$$ AND he going to spank me on the ramp too. I just mash it and I'm coming up, coming up, and I edge past him and slowly pull away. I'm like WTF? I do a reality double-check.....ok, was he even racing? Was it a Datsun 510 that LOOKED like a Beemer? Was there a cop up ahead that he saw and I didn't?
I didn't even have time or the presence to see what exactly it was. all I could tell is that it looked newer, like 1 year max, smallish, like a 323 maybe? Anyway, the guy was trying to hold me off and I pulled his a$$ and it was fun!
For all I know, the roar of the Banks when I put the hammer down made him sh!t his pants and he gave up right then.
