Tags [edit]: two, tales, lanes

So me and the ol'lady ventured out yesterday for a ride around Tn...Headed to check out a Biker Campground...Greywolf campgrounds..anyway they got some twisties along the way on hwy 116 it's called the Devils Triangle.....Don't know why...mainly for tourism....So we're putting along, not alot of traffic..the car in front was making a right turn and as always I pointed the scooter to the left side of the car anticiapating the turn when out of nowhere this kid passes both of us on a blind lefthanded curve, almost gets lambasted by an on coming car and off he went....I was pissed, that could have ended all of our lives and almost did. I was hoping to catch up with him to discuss his endearing and exciting riding skills that he had decided to share with me and my ol'lady.......As I started catching up with him, He throws down his hand to my making the two finger concert pose to me...like I'm his new found friend or sumtin...At the next red light I pulled real close to him, blocking his front tire with mine and I calmly started to explain that We really didn't appreciated him putting our lives in danger cause he wanted to show off or whatever the hell he was trying to do or prove.....It was a kid about 22 or so with a full face helmet on and he was on a 80's model something and he was really proud of his actions...........as I tried diligently to help him see the error of his ways..he just looked at my with this clueless look about his face...Right then I knew that common sense talking wasn't getting through to the boy. So I ended up punching him right in his windshield damn near knocking him off the old stocker....he looked up and had the most confusing look on his face.....I believe he got the point. I'm not usually a violent fellow but Damn it Man don't decide how I'm going to end my existence.....:smokin
Anyway, the campground that I visited was just an small parcel of land with a Porto-potty for bathrooms and a scummy pond kinda green in color.....that they stated was for swimmin' or "whatever" when asked about the showers.....The only cover that I saw was a carport cover a concrete pad...which had a beat up ol' fridge and a few various beer banners hanging about and some beat up chairs of different sizes and colors. So I said thanks and got the fuck outta there, heading the opposite way I came because the Devil Triangle had to be completed....I had to see what the fuss was all about.......nothing at all but some tight ass switchback roads and "Boy, you gotta pretty mouth" folks.