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.