Match Box Racers; Guts on the Road

Have you seen these guys?
Motorcycle riders that look like power rangers? Not the Harleys- they've got class!
Let me tell you my latest run-in with them...

These are small country roads around here. Whindy, 2 lane roads with double yellow lines for miles. I was on my way, taking my daughter to her soccer game in Georgetown, when 3 of these clowns appeared in my review mirror. They tailgated me so bad that I sped up to 60 mph. That didn't work. I tapped my brakes lightly and tried to wave them off. No good. Finally the first one passes. Followed by the second and of course the last has to keep up with his buddies. It's always the last guy that gets it- huh. On a blind curve, double line. What a dumb----. I'll tell you that he makes it, barely. My adrenaline was pumpin and in that second I thought I'd see a crash right in front of me. But no. He ducked back in just in time.
Up the road, in Georgetown, I saw the 3 deathwishes parked at a small store. Just getting off their bikes with their helmets still covering their fat faces. I stopped in the middle of the road (remember these are very small towns, nobody was behind me) and rolled down my passenger window.
"What the hell do you think you were doing back there?" I yelled.
"Uh- what?" yeah fitting I thought...
I continued as a mad mamma bear protecting her cubs, "You three, you passed me back there. I was the one honking... You shouldn't be driving so fast around here."
Trying to sound tough the middle bozo said "You were going to slow." I quickly came back with "I was going 60!" Pointing to my daughter in the back seat, "I have a young daughter in here- you could have killed someone ya dumb----." I didn't swear knowing my child was in the car, but I sure wanted to! Instead I let me right hand do the talking. With all fingers up-okay.
"Why were you going 60 with your daughter in the car?"
"Trying to get you off my tail!" really what kind of question is that! To slow or to fast...make up your mind already.
I glanced in the rearview mirror, a red jeep was coming up.
"Just try to be more responsible!" was all I could think of in my angry state of mind.
Surprisingly I got this reply, "Okay, yes ma'am." with their heads down and feet kicking the dirt.
I drove on.

These guys had to be in their late 40s from what I could tell. Maybe a male form of mid life crisis. I was just so pissed that they were so careless.

If you think you need an adolescent fix to cure your aging body- go out on some muddy dirt road and rip it up there. Try jumping over the divide for all I care. Just don't try to pass the double line. You might get yelled at by a protective mom like me, or worse- someone will be scraping your fearless guts off the road.