donaldb
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I am not sure where else to put this post. I saw that Coyote had posted his unfortuate accident here, so, if this needs to be moved to a more approperate venue I'm sure admin will aptly accomodate accordingly. There is really no need to reply to this thread, I just need a venue to vent as no one where I work rides bikes and has an appreciation for what I am about to tell. So here it goes!
I have just finished up a farkle fest 2 weeks ago and due to weather conditons, this morning was only my 2nd opportunity to ride. Part of my farkle install list included the Nautilus horn (which of all things I still have not used). Now I have joked a little about not being able to wait until my first opportunity to use my new toy, but this mornings commute was absolutly no joking matter. This is the first time in a very,very long time that I have come so close to being hit. Those of you who have taken motorcycle safety foundation courses and the like have learned that you can to a very large degree control what goes on in front of you and to either side, but none of us has any control of what goes on from behind.
My Monday morning commute to work involves areas of congested traffic like most everywhere. I'm traveling on a 4 lane median divided highway, in the inside lane, heavy traffic all around. Traffic ahead has stopped for traffic light and I have rolled off my throttle and slowing as I approach. Then the shrill of breaks are heard through my ear plugs, ck my mirror and all I can see is the front windshield of a piece of **** blue chevy cavalier. This guy is climbing up my ass so far I cant see the front grill or much of the hood of this car. I'm thinking I'm toast. Fortunately for me I have left a good distance between me and the car in front and my speed is probably less than 30 mph and slowing. Somehow by the grace of God this guy gets this piece of **** car slowed up as I see it falling back in my mirror, I loose it, I'm so ***dam* mad I'm shaking. I turn around point at this guy and motion for him to come up beside me as I have pulled to the inside shoulder and stopped. The traffic begins to move forward again about this time and, the guy wont even so much as look at me and drives right on past me, his girl friend's in the passenger seat. A couple cars pass me and apparently this guy saw what happened and lets me back in my lane.
I get a break between traffic and move over into the outside lane and pass a couple cars and get in behind this little prick and he has to stop for trafficlight. Now people I'm 46 years old and I know I should'nt do/act like this, but hell I'm so mad at this point I'm just not thinking straight. I pull onto this inside shoulder stop about his quarterpanel, put the side stand down and walk up to his driver window. This kid might be 18 years old, the headliner is falling down in this piece of crap car and it's tore all to hell and I start beating on this guys drivers window and he wont look at me, his girl friend has a look of horror on her face. I lean around and look at him through his windshield and beat on it until I think it's gonna break, then he rolls his window down just a bit and says HE'S SORRY!!! Well now, that just makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better. I turn loose w/a string if 4 letter words that I haven't used probably in 30 + years on this guy. I cannot remember ever cussing someone like that in my life--out there in morning traffic on a state highway. I don't guess I have ever cussed a person like that before. Commuters this morning got their $'s worth watching this show unfolding before their face. My knees were jerking, my hands were shaking. The last thing I remember telling him was that he should take his irresponsible SORRY ass and get the F*** out of here. I absolutely went postal on this kid. The whole time this took place I have never seen such a I don't give a sh*t look on someones face as this kid had, I mean he truly did not give a dam* that he almost ran over me and did not give a dam* that someone gave him a cussing on the side of the highway in front of his girlfriend.
My confidence in the future of this country and humanity is not good today. Thank you for listening, you can return to normal broadcasting now. Venting over now, I feel a little better, blood pressure returning to normal. Thanx! :angry: :angry: :angry: :angry: :angry:
At least I'm alive to tell about it. I found out last Friday that the little red headed freckled faced kid in my neighborhood where I grew up died last friday. He was 44-massive heart attack. His name was Stephen Farley from Birmingham AL. Goes to show things could be worse. God be with you Steve!
I have just finished up a farkle fest 2 weeks ago and due to weather conditons, this morning was only my 2nd opportunity to ride. Part of my farkle install list included the Nautilus horn (which of all things I still have not used). Now I have joked a little about not being able to wait until my first opportunity to use my new toy, but this mornings commute was absolutly no joking matter. This is the first time in a very,very long time that I have come so close to being hit. Those of you who have taken motorcycle safety foundation courses and the like have learned that you can to a very large degree control what goes on in front of you and to either side, but none of us has any control of what goes on from behind.
My Monday morning commute to work involves areas of congested traffic like most everywhere. I'm traveling on a 4 lane median divided highway, in the inside lane, heavy traffic all around. Traffic ahead has stopped for traffic light and I have rolled off my throttle and slowing as I approach. Then the shrill of breaks are heard through my ear plugs, ck my mirror and all I can see is the front windshield of a piece of **** blue chevy cavalier. This guy is climbing up my ass so far I cant see the front grill or much of the hood of this car. I'm thinking I'm toast. Fortunately for me I have left a good distance between me and the car in front and my speed is probably less than 30 mph and slowing. Somehow by the grace of God this guy gets this piece of **** car slowed up as I see it falling back in my mirror, I loose it, I'm so ***dam* mad I'm shaking. I turn around point at this guy and motion for him to come up beside me as I have pulled to the inside shoulder and stopped. The traffic begins to move forward again about this time and, the guy wont even so much as look at me and drives right on past me, his girl friend's in the passenger seat. A couple cars pass me and apparently this guy saw what happened and lets me back in my lane.
I get a break between traffic and move over into the outside lane and pass a couple cars and get in behind this little prick and he has to stop for trafficlight. Now people I'm 46 years old and I know I should'nt do/act like this, but hell I'm so mad at this point I'm just not thinking straight. I pull onto this inside shoulder stop about his quarterpanel, put the side stand down and walk up to his driver window. This kid might be 18 years old, the headliner is falling down in this piece of crap car and it's tore all to hell and I start beating on this guys drivers window and he wont look at me, his girl friend has a look of horror on her face. I lean around and look at him through his windshield and beat on it until I think it's gonna break, then he rolls his window down just a bit and says HE'S SORRY!!! Well now, that just makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better. I turn loose w/a string if 4 letter words that I haven't used probably in 30 + years on this guy. I cannot remember ever cussing someone like that in my life--out there in morning traffic on a state highway. I don't guess I have ever cussed a person like that before. Commuters this morning got their $'s worth watching this show unfolding before their face. My knees were jerking, my hands were shaking. The last thing I remember telling him was that he should take his irresponsible SORRY ass and get the F*** out of here. I absolutely went postal on this kid. The whole time this took place I have never seen such a I don't give a sh*t look on someones face as this kid had, I mean he truly did not give a dam* that he almost ran over me and did not give a dam* that someone gave him a cussing on the side of the highway in front of his girlfriend.
My confidence in the future of this country and humanity is not good today. Thank you for listening, you can return to normal broadcasting now. Venting over now, I feel a little better, blood pressure returning to normal. Thanx! :angry: :angry: :angry: :angry: :angry:
At least I'm alive to tell about it. I found out last Friday that the little red headed freckled faced kid in my neighborhood where I grew up died last friday. He was 44-massive heart attack. His name was Stephen Farley from Birmingham AL. Goes to show things could be worse. God be with you Steve!