fjrchooser
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Many years ago a similar situation to Toes and Barabus's and not the time/space/experience/attitude to deal with it properly. Punk came across 4 lanes of rush hour traffic cutting off everyone in his station wagon and pinned me to a traffic island on my Goldwing, bottom of the left side saddlebag scraping along the top of the curb. Cars behind and alongside taking evasive action and using all lanes to do it, capahony of car horns blasting squealing tires, etc
Young girl in the back seat screaming at him, smacking him on the shoulder,saucer eyes wide on me, old man in the passenger seat speaking urgently to the kid who just hunches over wheel and maintains course & speed. I'm on my own horn trying to shed speed to drop back without upsetting the suspension and catapulting me out into the traffic chaos.
Got pissed and kicked the the kids side view mirror clean off the door, simultaneously planning my leap for his roof rack if the bike bag digs in. Suddenly I'm behind them, old man now waving his cane out the window on his side in anger.
I followed them for a while planning to kick some some *** when they pulled over somewhere, meanwhile other survivors (cagers ) from the chaos behind catch up, give me thumbs up, the kid the finger , and a few take turns pulling in front of him and jamming on their brakes which the kid barely avoids.
I drop back further realizing now this kid is on a training mission and it was no doubt the old man's mirror I launched into Michigan Ave.
Since then I've always given way, let others take my space if they need it that badly, etc. Doubt I've lost 30 seconds for all of it combined , usually arriving at lights , etc. right with them and none the worse for wear.
Young girl in the back seat screaming at him, smacking him on the shoulder,saucer eyes wide on me, old man in the passenger seat speaking urgently to the kid who just hunches over wheel and maintains course & speed. I'm on my own horn trying to shed speed to drop back without upsetting the suspension and catapulting me out into the traffic chaos.
Got pissed and kicked the the kids side view mirror clean off the door, simultaneously planning my leap for his roof rack if the bike bag digs in. Suddenly I'm behind them, old man now waving his cane out the window on his side in anger.
I followed them for a while planning to kick some some *** when they pulled over somewhere, meanwhile other survivors (cagers ) from the chaos behind catch up, give me thumbs up, the kid the finger , and a few take turns pulling in front of him and jamming on their brakes which the kid barely avoids.
I drop back further realizing now this kid is on a training mission and it was no doubt the old man's mirror I launched into Michigan Ave.
Since then I've always given way, let others take my space if they need it that badly, etc. Doubt I've lost 30 seconds for all of it combined , usually arriving at lights , etc. right with them and none the worse for wear.