James Burleigh
Well-known member
Man oh man, what a difference a week makes!
It was just at the beginning of this week that the TV weather speculators began making noises to the effect that, "I think we've seen the last of Mr. Rain till next fall."
And so it should not have surprised me that suddenly there are a lot more bikes around during the commute. But the thing of it is, instead of your more staid Aerostitch-clad die-hards, those experienced commuters who tough it out in cold and rain, it seems to me it's Amateur Hour out there. Because a lot of them are behaving in dangerous and obnoxious ways.
My first clue was Monday morning taking my usual route up between a mile-long backup of cars heading toward the freeway. Suddenly there's some ass-hat I'd never seen before on a loud American-made cruiser (I won't mention the make since I don't want to sound prejudiced
) pull up behind and start blipping his throttle until, exasperated (where in the hell am I supposed to go?!) he blasts way around me and a couple of cars in the breakdown lane.
And on the Bay Bridge into San Francisco in the morning I've now got to watch out, not just for cagers, but these f**king idiots on motorcycles violating what is in my mind one of the worst sins you can commit against a fellow commuter because you can kill him / her: flying by me out of nowhere in my lane a couple feet off my handlebar.
Sigh... Can't we all just try to get along....?
Jb
It was just at the beginning of this week that the TV weather speculators began making noises to the effect that, "I think we've seen the last of Mr. Rain till next fall."
And so it should not have surprised me that suddenly there are a lot more bikes around during the commute. But the thing of it is, instead of your more staid Aerostitch-clad die-hards, those experienced commuters who tough it out in cold and rain, it seems to me it's Amateur Hour out there. Because a lot of them are behaving in dangerous and obnoxious ways.
My first clue was Monday morning taking my usual route up between a mile-long backup of cars heading toward the freeway. Suddenly there's some ass-hat I'd never seen before on a loud American-made cruiser (I won't mention the make since I don't want to sound prejudiced
) pull up behind and start blipping his throttle until, exasperated (where in the hell am I supposed to go?!) he blasts way around me and a couple of cars in the breakdown lane.And on the Bay Bridge into San Francisco in the morning I've now got to watch out, not just for cagers, but these f**king idiots on motorcycles violating what is in my mind one of the worst sins you can commit against a fellow commuter because you can kill him / her: flying by me out of nowhere in my lane a couple feet off my handlebar.
Sigh... Can't we all just try to get along....?
Jb
