From: tomes@iastate.edu
Newsgroups: rec.motorcycles,ba.motorcycles
Subject: Re: IS IT POSSIBLE??
Date: 10 Nov 92 00:56:56 GMT
Organization: Iowa State University, Ames, IA

In article <1992Nov9.232848.19142@riacs.edu> dschlot@pioneer.arc.nasa.gov (Dave Schlotthauer) writes:
>Is it possible? Could it be true? I know it's hard to believe, but are
>cagers even more STUPID on Mondays? 

>12 mile ride, 10 minutes, three near misses. 
>
>Near miss #1: Two lanes turning left and I am in the right hand lane.

>Near miss #2: I'm on 280 northbound, going a little faster than the flow

>this guy giving him the friendly middle finger with my left hand. I'm

>Near miss #3: Whew! I'm just about there. Nothing can hurt me now.

>close. I just move into the lane he should have been in and give him the
>bird too. As I'm passing him of course.

I'll reserve comment on speed, because I've driven in traffic on both coasts
enough to appreciate the 5 car "traffic jams" between the 4:45 and 5:15
"rush hour" here...

As much as you would like to believe it, those cages probably could
have run you down if you piss them off enough.  By using
Digital Signals (tm) you just pissed them off, instead of embarrassing them
by honking your horn and letting the world know they are idiots.  If you
have a weenie horn, why haven't you replaced it yet?

I had a similar sequence this summer.

Friday:
12lunchtime and some nqsyuppie (not quite so ...) rear ends me at a red light:
his excuse in the blazing 90 degree cloudless day: " I didn't see you...".
Fortunately, his bumper hit my rear tire, no damage except a bruised calf 
and (almost) his face, until I saw that he was more scared than I was.

10pm Friday night, after filling up at a convenience store, I found the 3 
gallons of used motor oil that some kind soul had dumped in the alley behind
the filling station.  The clerk had just finished hosing down the driveway, so
I couldn't tell the puddle was oil, not water.

Saturday:
10pm and I was pulling into the parking lot at my apartment and the worst yet
happens.  There is a jerk who loves to scream into the lot at 40mph and lock
up all 4, sliding to a stop in "his" spot, every time.  This in a lot where
there are 4 children that like to play...  Anyway, as I am turning around
(ever try to back a Goldwing uphill?), I see said bonehead and hammer the
brakes.  He comes basically right at me and misses me be 2 feet, then proceeds
to jump out of his Thunderbarf and scream about my "fucking rice" and how he
will "just fucking run into" me next time.  I pick up the 'Wing (was too hard
to balance braking/turning and set it down after I stopped) and sit down,
shaking hard enough to scare the bastard into asking me if I was all right
before he threatens to kill me if I hit his cage.  The fact that he is drunk
and the epitome of why the rest of the world thinks America is lazy, illiterate
and stupid doesn't even enter my mind as I consider homicide.

There are assholes out there.  There are days that we will run into more
of them than we deserve.  But if we piss them off, we are only hurting 
ourselves.  If this sounds like something from a different minority activist
position, maybe we have something to learn from other minority rights groups.

CP Tomes
If working all day with obnoxious people, at a job I hate, in a city I loathe,
with no free time and too many bills to pay is what it takes for me to ride...

I'll do it.
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