Quote Originally Posted by gerryg123 View Post
Fellow boardie Chickster is a great guy. He loves to laugh and have a good time, and together we went spearfishing on Thursday morning, a beautiful Negril day that saw the ocean clear and calm and looking just like a giant aquarium.

I had left my scoooter at Palms (good security w gate in front) the night before, so Shayne picked us up early and gave us a ride. Just as we got on the boat, Mo From Monroe was on the beach and we said our hellos. This was Chickster's first time spearfishing, and he came close but did not catch anything, but I put on show with a sterlng display of accuracy; every trip to Jamaica, I get a little better at it, and now it's to the point where I am obsessed with this sport that's so rare to most Americans that there is barely anything on the Net about it.

Instead of calling a cab for Chickster like we probably should have, I convinced him to hop on the back on the scooter. And that's when it happened. We were driving along up the hill, when suddenly a man in a car began screaming at me and trying to cut me off and stop me. I manuvered away a couple of times, and then he skidded to a stop in front of me, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to stop in time or perhaps crash and go flying.

This was a desparate moment.
Oh lord. Gas did this to me once when I was riding Brasi's scooter. Freaked me out and luckily Brasi pulled up right after. Was it Gas?