Thursday, April 3, 2008

A Nervous Drive

Something happened the other day during my commute that had me really nervous - I and wasn't even riding that day!

The temperature was hovering around the freezing mark and I opted to drive the Civic that morning. My commute is about half 2 lane and half interstate and for nearly 10 miles of the 2 lane portion I had a sport bike following me.

When he came up behind me I thought, "Hats off to you, dude. Its cold outside." I admire anyone that has the determination to ride in spite of the cold. But my admiration was short lived as this rider stayed 6 feet off my bumper for the next 8 or 9 miles. We're traveling about 55 mph, traffic is heavy with everyone heading into the city, and I know if I so much as slow my pace more than 1 or 2 mph this guy's gonna get intimate with my bumper.

It wasn't until we got to the interstate that I was able to relaxed when he decided to pass me. It really pissed me off that he had so little regard for his safety. Granted, he probably would have split the lane if I had to slow too quickly, but who knows.

I suppose it was a youthful rider with little or no sense of their own mortality, but I don't know that for certain. I know the incident aged me. Daggone kids! Its always kids that do that kind of thing, right?

Re-reading my words before I click the Publish Post button, it occurred to me that I sound like Jeff Dunham the ventriloquist and his sidekick Walter. I am not the curmudgeon that Walter is.
I've never told anyone to get off my lawn.


Conchscooter said...

the two second rule is the best way to stay safe and tailgating is the worst... hey i got pulled over yesterday for 60 in a 45 and 70 in a 55 - but I didn't tailgate anyone! (I didn't get a ticket either even though I deserved it! I was riding a bit stupid not paying attention to the fast car behid me in the dark...)

Doug C said...

Some people have all the luck!
I always heard (tall) stories about people that get out of tickets and then last night I read an old post from Dan about riding with a bunch of motor cops 30 mph over the limit. Seems like its always the Fickle Finger of Fate that points at me, not the Bird of Paradise!

irondad said...

I love Walter! We must have been brothers in a past life!

The sport bike guy was probably trying to stay in the still air pocket. I see them following big trucks trying to reduce the cold air they're getting hit with. Still stupid, though!

Doug C said...

Dan- Your reasoning makes sense 'cause after the road opened up to the interstate he still stayed on my bumper for a ¼ mile. Until I slowed down to a point that was intolerable for him.