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I Miss Beemerdons!
I ride every day.
EVERY day. Rain or shine, hot or cold. Haven't cranked my car in 4 years.
I don't particularly live in a high-traffic area. Hell, the entire population of the county I live in is only half-a-million. But I swear-to-God, the other 499,999 drivers in my neck of the woods couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the sole. They're not particularly overly-aggressive. They're just brain-dead accidents waiting to happen.
I've been riding since the mid '60s, only hit the pavement once, but it's gotten to the point where I'm not just invisible on the Feej...I'm a ******* target!
On the way to work yesterday, TWICE, ******* cell-phone-gabbing women pulled out on me from the right. And I don't mean pulling out when I'm a block a way. I mean pulling out and damn-near T-Boning me. Thankfully my reflexes aren't completely shot, and the FJR can change directions like a border collie. And equally thankful I didn't high-side the Feej locking him up to avoid the pain on both occasions (although I've probably flat-spotted the Michelins...)
...then, coming home, a woman, again on a cell phone, in a Honda minivan next to me on a 4 lane pulled right in to my lane almost right on top of me. And I wasn't in her blind spot. I was right next to an open driver's window, looking her right in the face when she moved over. Kicked the **** outta her door, too.
Maybe I just had a bad day...maybe it's some kind of subliminal fall-out from the New York City SUV/Biker mix-up...but the after 3 REALLY close calls in one freakin' day, the thought crossed my mind that maybe it's time to park the bike(s) and get back in a cage. It was THAT bad...bad enough consider getting rid of my bikes completely.
I mean, c'mon....thinking about giving up riding after 40+ years on 2 wheels? I'd NEVER considered it before, but around here, it's a daily occurrence....somebody trying to kill me on my way to or from work. I'm 61 years old...my "faster healing" days are well behind me and even though it's been a couple of decades since I had to spend time recuperating from a get-off, I don't think my heart can take much more of this daily "getting-the-****-scared-outta-me."
Don't know why I bothered sharing this will you mooks...each of you rides for different reasons...but I had to get it off my chest.
If I get another "oh-****" moment in the next week or so, you might see a used FJR or ZRX up for sale soon.
In the immortal words of Danny Glover in "Lethal Weapon" - "I'm getting too old for this ****!"
EVERY day. Rain or shine, hot or cold. Haven't cranked my car in 4 years.
I don't particularly live in a high-traffic area. Hell, the entire population of the county I live in is only half-a-million. But I swear-to-God, the other 499,999 drivers in my neck of the woods couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the sole. They're not particularly overly-aggressive. They're just brain-dead accidents waiting to happen.
I've been riding since the mid '60s, only hit the pavement once, but it's gotten to the point where I'm not just invisible on the Feej...I'm a ******* target!
On the way to work yesterday, TWICE, ******* cell-phone-gabbing women pulled out on me from the right. And I don't mean pulling out when I'm a block a way. I mean pulling out and damn-near T-Boning me. Thankfully my reflexes aren't completely shot, and the FJR can change directions like a border collie. And equally thankful I didn't high-side the Feej locking him up to avoid the pain on both occasions (although I've probably flat-spotted the Michelins...)
...then, coming home, a woman, again on a cell phone, in a Honda minivan next to me on a 4 lane pulled right in to my lane almost right on top of me. And I wasn't in her blind spot. I was right next to an open driver's window, looking her right in the face when she moved over. Kicked the **** outta her door, too.
Maybe I just had a bad day...maybe it's some kind of subliminal fall-out from the New York City SUV/Biker mix-up...but the after 3 REALLY close calls in one freakin' day, the thought crossed my mind that maybe it's time to park the bike(s) and get back in a cage. It was THAT bad...bad enough consider getting rid of my bikes completely.
I mean, c'mon....thinking about giving up riding after 40+ years on 2 wheels? I'd NEVER considered it before, but around here, it's a daily occurrence....somebody trying to kill me on my way to or from work. I'm 61 years old...my "faster healing" days are well behind me and even though it's been a couple of decades since I had to spend time recuperating from a get-off, I don't think my heart can take much more of this daily "getting-the-****-scared-outta-me."
Don't know why I bothered sharing this will you mooks...each of you rides for different reasons...but I had to get it off my chest.
If I get another "oh-****" moment in the next week or so, you might see a used FJR or ZRX up for sale soon.
In the immortal words of Danny Glover in "Lethal Weapon" - "I'm getting too old for this ****!"