"Screw off, hillbilly boy," I replied and gave the one finger salute; an act I would soon regret. As I made my way up the dirt road through deep forest, a car pulled up behind me. Yup, you guessed it, the hillbillies were after me. They drove along behind, shouting and telling me to pull over, they wanted to "talk to me."
I kept going, expecting to be run over or shot at any moment. Finally, my nerves shattered after 27 hours without sleep, I stopped, pulled out my cell phone, and shouted into the glare of the high beams, "Back off or I call the police!" Of course it was a bluff, I had no bars. But I guess these guys were either too drunk or too stupid to figure that out and they hit the brakes. I took advantage of their momentary confusion to make a run for the highway.
I rode like the devil, keeping a sharp eye out in my rear view mirror for the Dukes of Hazard, but I guess they got the Idea and I never saw them again. Another close call for The Kid.
How do these people find me!?
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Location:Silverton BC July 17, 2016