I just went out of a quick motorcycle ride and stopped to get a cigar. Lunchtime traffic was out in full force. I am in about a mile long line of cars, and I can see that the light up ahead is red, so I start coasting, cause stop and go on a bike is a pain. Its easier to slow down, and let the light turn and keep your feet on the pegs. Some times you can coast and not have to actually stop.
Well, the impatient asshole behind me didnt like the fact that their was about 60 yards of space between me and the car in front of me, so he starts honking. Little honk at first, then more persistent.
I'm not about to speed up, cause I can clearly see we are all going to stop in another 5 seconds anyway. This asshole passes me on the grass on the median, yelling at me as he passes, and races up another 100 yrds to the left turn lane, which is red. The road widens and the two left turn lanes are separate at this point. I chuckle to myself and wait for the light to change. He's about 50 yrds in front of me. My lane turns green, we start going, he's still sitting there in the left lane, red light. I'm thinking I've seen the last of this guy.
As I approach this car, the driver cuts back out into my lane in front of me, Now I'm thinking I have a problem. I keep riding, leaving plenty of space between me and him, he trys to slow down and give me the slow treatment, I just slow down more. At this point cars are passing us on the left. I'm not about to let this guy get behind me, so I keep on cruising behind him.
At the light I leave plenty of space between me and him in case he gets out of the car. I expect him to get out of the car.
Nothing.
Same thing at the next light, nothing.
But I was glad I had my 45 with me, especially siting at the light behind him.
Well, the impatient asshole behind me didnt like the fact that their was about 60 yards of space between me and the car in front of me, so he starts honking. Little honk at first, then more persistent.
I'm not about to speed up, cause I can clearly see we are all going to stop in another 5 seconds anyway. This asshole passes me on the grass on the median, yelling at me as he passes, and races up another 100 yrds to the left turn lane, which is red. The road widens and the two left turn lanes are separate at this point. I chuckle to myself and wait for the light to change. He's about 50 yrds in front of me. My lane turns green, we start going, he's still sitting there in the left lane, red light. I'm thinking I've seen the last of this guy.
As I approach this car, the driver cuts back out into my lane in front of me, Now I'm thinking I have a problem. I keep riding, leaving plenty of space between me and him, he trys to slow down and give me the slow treatment, I just slow down more. At this point cars are passing us on the left. I'm not about to let this guy get behind me, so I keep on cruising behind him.
At the light I leave plenty of space between me and him in case he gets out of the car. I expect him to get out of the car.
Nothing.
Same thing at the next light, nothing.
But I was glad I had my 45 with me, especially siting at the light behind him.
Some people. Its funny that they don't get so persistent when its 80,000lbs in front of them or beside them?
