James Burleigh
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Last night after work I took a client out to dinner and a Warriors basketball game (my first basketball game ever, at any level--cool). Now, as a RESPONSIBLE drinker and rider-driver, I knew at dinner I could have moderate alcohol even though my bike was parked next to the restaurant, because I had a dinner and basketball game ahead of me before I'd be getting on the bike in a few hours to go home. Of course on a bike I'd (typically) only risk my own hide if I rode drunk, not that of others.
Coming home at 10:30 PM I had the roads and highways practically to myself. As I was about a mile from home and coming up a sweeping, broad, empty arterial, I see a big red SUV ahead of me in the left of the two lanes going in my direction. He's going pretty slow, so I come off the throttle, signal right, and start to get over, but wait for him to complete his slow, unsignaled lane change so I know when and where I can pass. But then he drifts back into his original lane... then back over to the right...then left, all going way under the speed limit.
OMG! This son-of-a-***** is drunk! :angry2:
Now, I've been driving for, say, 35 years. And believe it or not, I have never in my life seen such a textbook case of drunk driving. I've only seen this kind of egregious drunk driving on TV's wildest cop video programs. I'm f**kin' outraged! This guy's gonna kill someone! So I reduce speed and get well behind him. I'm going to follow this SOB till I can flag down a cop. But really I'm feeling helpless, because I can't call anyone, and it's late with few other cars around.
Well, I follow this guy for about three miles, crawling along and watching him almost hit parked cars and drift over the line, and I'm praying someone (like my 17-year-old daughter who's on her way home for 11 PM curfew) isn't going to encounter this guy, with me only being able to watch.
Naturally, I can't find a cop. I wind up following this guy all the way to a small, one-lane cul-de-sac where I finally stop and back off as I watch the truck pull into a driveway because I'd be boxed in if he suddenly reversed it or came stumbling out of the cab at me, or someone out of the house.
I sighed and headed on home feeling defeated, and left wondering what recourse I have, if any. And curiously, I don't feel malice toward this unknown person, because I'm sure he or she isn't a bad person, just stupid, probably an alcoholic....
Jb
Frustrated and angry in California
Coming home at 10:30 PM I had the roads and highways practically to myself. As I was about a mile from home and coming up a sweeping, broad, empty arterial, I see a big red SUV ahead of me in the left of the two lanes going in my direction. He's going pretty slow, so I come off the throttle, signal right, and start to get over, but wait for him to complete his slow, unsignaled lane change so I know when and where I can pass. But then he drifts back into his original lane... then back over to the right...then left, all going way under the speed limit.
OMG! This son-of-a-***** is drunk! :angry2:
Now, I've been driving for, say, 35 years. And believe it or not, I have never in my life seen such a textbook case of drunk driving. I've only seen this kind of egregious drunk driving on TV's wildest cop video programs. I'm f**kin' outraged! This guy's gonna kill someone! So I reduce speed and get well behind him. I'm going to follow this SOB till I can flag down a cop. But really I'm feeling helpless, because I can't call anyone, and it's late with few other cars around.
Well, I follow this guy for about three miles, crawling along and watching him almost hit parked cars and drift over the line, and I'm praying someone (like my 17-year-old daughter who's on her way home for 11 PM curfew) isn't going to encounter this guy, with me only being able to watch.
Naturally, I can't find a cop. I wind up following this guy all the way to a small, one-lane cul-de-sac where I finally stop and back off as I watch the truck pull into a driveway because I'd be boxed in if he suddenly reversed it or came stumbling out of the cab at me, or someone out of the house.
I sighed and headed on home feeling defeated, and left wondering what recourse I have, if any. And curiously, I don't feel malice toward this unknown person, because I'm sure he or she isn't a bad person, just stupid, probably an alcoholic....
Jb
Frustrated and angry in California