skyway
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I'm posting this here, as this happened last night while heading home from the Napa ride. I'm not sure this is the right spot for the thread though? I still can't believe this all transpired in less than half an hour of one-another.
On the way home I had 2 encounters with road raging cagers, first some lady in a late model honda accord tried to take me out twice on I-5 heading south toward Stockton. First she tried to put my in the shoulder with a hard right swerve and I managed to out brake her, then she slowed down and slammed on in front of me in the fast lane and I avoided her again with a full grab of the brake lever. Finally the crazy bitch sped away and for the first time I felt completely vulnerable on 2 wheels. I have no idea what triggered her to do this? I've never struck a woman in my life and have very strong feelings about any man that does, but I would have kicked the shit out of her if I had the opportunity.
Then on Hwy4, not 20 minutes later I had another car (some large type US brand) come from within a group of cars behind me and just sit right on my fender and was all over the road behind me, I got the impression the driver was either high or drunk. I stayed calm for about 2 miles, then started getting nervous. There's nothing out on Hwy4, just 2 lanes of farmland darkness for about 30 miles. I tried slowing way down and just moved across the lane to allow the car to pass, but the car came right up real fast and slammed the brakes on right behind my fender and I heard the tires chirp. Scary shit for sure. So I did the only thing I could think of to get away from this nut job, I nailed it for around 20 miles, throwing caution to my license, I figured I'd take my chances this way vs. the alternative unknowns of pulling over. The driver was staying with me right around a ton, albeit not holding a good line, so you get an idea of what transpired. The road finally smoothed out heading up hill and I was relieved to finally see the car lights disappear as I poured it on.
I know the dog-piling may ensue for advertised high rates of speed, but this was the only way I felt I could take control of the situation and not have to deal with whoever was in that car and why they want to start shit like this?
I really have to evaluate how vulnerable and completely defenseless I felt against a hunk of steel and people who gave me the impression they want to take me out. If I had pulled over with car #2, which had at least 2 occupants, what would have I defended myself with, my tank-bag? I was in the middle of nowhere with no places of business etc to pull into. What would you guys do in this situation?
I haven't mentioned this to wifey and would appreciate nobody else doing so either, as this will cause her to worry big-time in the future when I'm out riding.
Stuff like this is enough to make me want to hang up the keys for 2 wheel enjoyment. Bastards!! :angry:
On the way home I had 2 encounters with road raging cagers, first some lady in a late model honda accord tried to take me out twice on I-5 heading south toward Stockton. First she tried to put my in the shoulder with a hard right swerve and I managed to out brake her, then she slowed down and slammed on in front of me in the fast lane and I avoided her again with a full grab of the brake lever. Finally the crazy bitch sped away and for the first time I felt completely vulnerable on 2 wheels. I have no idea what triggered her to do this? I've never struck a woman in my life and have very strong feelings about any man that does, but I would have kicked the shit out of her if I had the opportunity.
Then on Hwy4, not 20 minutes later I had another car (some large type US brand) come from within a group of cars behind me and just sit right on my fender and was all over the road behind me, I got the impression the driver was either high or drunk. I stayed calm for about 2 miles, then started getting nervous. There's nothing out on Hwy4, just 2 lanes of farmland darkness for about 30 miles. I tried slowing way down and just moved across the lane to allow the car to pass, but the car came right up real fast and slammed the brakes on right behind my fender and I heard the tires chirp. Scary shit for sure. So I did the only thing I could think of to get away from this nut job, I nailed it for around 20 miles, throwing caution to my license, I figured I'd take my chances this way vs. the alternative unknowns of pulling over. The driver was staying with me right around a ton, albeit not holding a good line, so you get an idea of what transpired. The road finally smoothed out heading up hill and I was relieved to finally see the car lights disappear as I poured it on.
I know the dog-piling may ensue for advertised high rates of speed, but this was the only way I felt I could take control of the situation and not have to deal with whoever was in that car and why they want to start shit like this?
I really have to evaluate how vulnerable and completely defenseless I felt against a hunk of steel and people who gave me the impression they want to take me out. If I had pulled over with car #2, which had at least 2 occupants, what would have I defended myself with, my tank-bag? I was in the middle of nowhere with no places of business etc to pull into. What would you guys do in this situation?
I haven't mentioned this to wifey and would appreciate nobody else doing so either, as this will cause her to worry big-time in the future when I'm out riding.
Stuff like this is enough to make me want to hang up the keys for 2 wheel enjoyment. Bastards!! :angry:
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