With the jury duty complete, it was back to work today. I probably should have stayed home since I need to go to the data center tomorrow and change the batteries in a couple of big UPSes. But, I went ahead and made the trip into work. It was a difficult chore since I was riding. NOT!
During the ride in I did follow another rider commuting via sport bike. But he was the only thing noteworthy during the 55 miles to the office.
About mid-morning I made a trip to the local computer store to pick up some CD-Rs and that's when I started noticing several drivers at cross streets that would start to enter my space but then stop. My anxiety level was increasing ever so slightly.
The traffic on my way home for the day was heavy especially on the north outer belt, I-270. If I had my 'druthers, I ride in the hammer lane of that highway every time. That way, the idiots driving their cars can only get you from one side. But try as I might, I have a very hard time maintaining the speed for that lane - 85 mph minimum with a posted limit of 65 mph. Its nuts!
Anyway, 20 miles later I merge over into the slow lane since my exit is approaching. Cruising along at a respectable 70 mph with about 2 miles to go before my turn off, I hear a car horn. It's very close. And I realized that my concentration has drifted and my mental map of the players around me is not valid anymore.
A quick head check to the left showed that an F-150 pickup two lanes over was muscling a Mazda Protege for the lane to my left and the Protege was creeping towards me. In fact, it was two feet into my lane before the truck stopped his infringement and the Protege was able to get back where they belonged. I had already shifted to the center of my lane but if I had wanted to, I could have kicked the passenger mirror off!
Anyway, I made it to my exit and promptly found a county road heading east: less traffic, no construction, and only the occasional crazy groundhog or skunk.
I think I'll start wearing a Hi-Viz vest, especially on Fridays.