On my way into London yesterday after an enjoyable ride on the Virago, an over-eager car driver turned in front of me at a busy intersection.
I was clearly visible so the driver must have under-estimated my speed i.e. 45 - 50 kph in a 50 kph zone.
I hit both brakes, wobbled just a touch, missed his (or her; I didn’t see the driver because I was watching my limited path and the part of the car I felt I was about to hit) back bumper by an inch or two and, without thinking, barked out a few obscenities.
{Sorry, I lied. More than a few obscenities. #*&% and !?!&% and WT%##?!! come immediately to mind. I was very angry).
When my wife offered the use of the car for my short trip to Ilderton (see below) I said, no thanks, I’ll ride my bike.
The Virago is warming up nicely right now and I’ll be on my way in seconds.
And more watchful at every intersection.
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Let’s be careful out there.
I want to be at grandson Jackson’s 40th birthday and Ollie’s 30th.
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1 comment:
Discourteous drivers, and those who are paying no attention period, drive me insane. Glad you were able to brake in time.
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