So i'm driving to work the other day and i hear these two crotch rockets coming up behind me. Hang on, before i go on my rant let me just say i love and respect bikes and bike riders. I ride with my dad all the time. So anyway, I'm at a stop light and these two Ice Cube/Laurence Fishburne wannabe's are behind and to the left of me reving their enginges hard and quick. One has a chromed out extended swing arm and the other is just a stock Yamaha. Light turns green and they hall ___ through traffic about five cars deep ahead in both lanes. The weave and run the middle line and almost cause a wreck. Extended swing arm guy almost drops his. They take off i lose sight.
Next light. Keeping an eye out for them. I go past a neighborhood and here they come off a side street on my right. I pass by real slow giving them the eye. In my rear view they are peeling out and doing wheelies. Then the pass me in the turn lane going like 80 in a 35. As they pass rocks and dirt get shot up at my windshield and having an xB i'm already nervous about my windshield. So now I'm ____ed. I turn on my high beams and speed up a bit. I get stuck behind a minivan that they have already passed. Soo i'm like screw it, they'll get theirs. Next light. Car load of hoochies to my left. I hear the rockets aproaching from the rear. They pull up behind me again!!! I stuck my head out the window and look straight back at them. They are totally oblivious. I wanted to go kick their damn bikes over so bad but i was afraid the hoochies would start pulling razor blades on me. They were all like "Can i have a ride?" I'm thinking you don't wanna ride with those fools. So i know the drill by now. Light turns green and i go real slow to give them plenty of room to get between me and the hoochie ride. They take off about 100MPH on the highway. I'm turning red because this is not the way it's done. They are giving respectable riders a bad name. So i follow about an eighth of a mile behind going about 70. At this point i pass the road i take to go to work and dial 911. I talk to the HiP and give them a desciption and direction. Then i turn around to head back to work. As soon as i make the turn, here come two unmarked HiP cars hauling ___ after them. I felt my duty was done. Luckily there were no chips or cracks in my windshield but i was still ____ed. It drives me crazy to see dudes riding like that, wearing wife beaters and shorts and Timberlands with the laces undone. Skin graphs don't grow on trees you know.

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I just noticed those fools cracked my left headlight!!!!!!!!!

 

I always thought a hootchie was a girl, but you mentioned hootchies pulling razerblades? Is hoochie slang for NC Gangster or something?

 

Haha me too. I think he meant hispanic folk?

 

hope they got what they had coming?

 

hoochies are like slutty girls, ghetto i guess... and no they dont have to be hispanic

 

I thought they were called "chicken heads"?

 

Well I mean that's what we thought, but unless they were packing razorblades this story uses them in a different context. We can only wait for the author to verify.

 

chicken heads are ppl who you can't remember their names

 

You are right!!!...

 

I think he meant that the hoochie mamas were into the biker guys. So they would have done something if he said anythign to the bikers.