I did a bad, bad thing yesterday.
I went to Bakers Square yesterday, and in the parking lot were a group of Harley bikes. I only went in for a carry out. I was with one of my sisters and when we came out and got back into my car, I backed up, and lightly tapped one of the bikes. It was enough to knock 3 of them down and the 4th one looked like it was on it's way too.
My sister screamed "OMG you just knocked over someones bike go, go, go, go!" I was getting ready to go back into Bakers Square to find the bikers but she freaked out so bad. She reach her foot over and tried to hit the gas. So I just drove off. They didn't see us, but I know they were pissed when they came out. We were so scared, and I felt kind of bad, but when we got on the freeway home, we laughed so hard. I thought I was going to miss it but that light tap did the trick.
How embarrassing.
I guess bikes and I just can't live in the same world together.
