Sunday Drive(rs)
My green machine is waiting patiently while the bad weather passes through and the family commitments take top priority. Dream on… Today I drove the family along the coast road to the city. It was the first sunny Sunday for some time and there were bikes out and about almost everywhere.
Such gentle torture!
It was getting dark on the highway home and it still had not rained. We were overtaken on the left by an impatient Harley rider. The one behind him commanded respect, but Lefty not only looked like he truly belonged there with his arms stretched up onto his monkey bars, but decided to behave like one too.
We watched him race up to a RAV4 and for a few seconds he stayed just off her left rear bumper bar. Even if she had wanted to pull over to the left lane, she would have pulled straight in front of another car and endangered herself and the other driver.
We slowed down.
Had she previously seen him overtake us on the left, she would have had good reason to assume that that monkey bar was about to pass her on THAT side. She pulled carefully towards the right edge of her lane, allowing him to escape between the two cars. Little did she know that he was getting even more impatient and by now, in a matter of seconds, he had pulled straight across towards her right bumper bar.
Rrrright!
Then he started to FORCE his way past her before she even had a chance to get halfway across her lane. We watched the guy pull right up to around about her car door and when he was sure she’d see him, he swerved towards her in a quick, angry move.
Sure, it must have been quite freezing on that bike, especially when exposed totally to the wind chill factor due to that riding position and he must have wanted to thaw out somewhere soon, but we were doing 110km/h and it was moderately busy. He had totally provoked that whole situation and I felt for that woman with those wide-eyed kids in the back seat. She must have been VERY scared.
His travel companion managed to remain a fair distance behind us throughout this moment of menace (or perhaps, at the very least, utter mis-judgement). When we were ready to move, he made his, calmly and with dignity. Respect!
We passed them at the crossways. Monkey bar’s plate was LOW. I agree!
My green machine is waiting patiently while the bad weather passes through and the family commitments take top priority. Dream on… Today I drove the family along the coast road to the city. It was the first sunny Sunday for some time and there were bikes out and about almost everywhere.
Such gentle torture!
It was getting dark on the highway home and it still had not rained. We were overtaken on the left by an impatient Harley rider. The one behind him commanded respect, but Lefty not only looked like he truly belonged there with his arms stretched up onto his monkey bars, but decided to behave like one too.
We watched him race up to a RAV4 and for a few seconds he stayed just off her left rear bumper bar. Even if she had wanted to pull over to the left lane, she would have pulled straight in front of another car and endangered herself and the other driver.
We slowed down.
Had she previously seen him overtake us on the left, she would have had good reason to assume that that monkey bar was about to pass her on THAT side. She pulled carefully towards the right edge of her lane, allowing him to escape between the two cars. Little did she know that he was getting even more impatient and by now, in a matter of seconds, he had pulled straight across towards her right bumper bar.
Rrrright!
Then he started to FORCE his way past her before she even had a chance to get halfway across her lane. We watched the guy pull right up to around about her car door and when he was sure she’d see him, he swerved towards her in a quick, angry move.
Sure, it must have been quite freezing on that bike, especially when exposed totally to the wind chill factor due to that riding position and he must have wanted to thaw out somewhere soon, but we were doing 110km/h and it was moderately busy. He had totally provoked that whole situation and I felt for that woman with those wide-eyed kids in the back seat. She must have been VERY scared.
His travel companion managed to remain a fair distance behind us throughout this moment of menace (or perhaps, at the very least, utter mis-judgement). When we were ready to move, he made his, calmly and with dignity. Respect!
We passed them at the crossways. Monkey bar’s plate was LOW. I agree!
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