Hi list,
it's not only fingernail painting ladies in cars that drive like they're brain-dead.
I was slowing the family Buick and indicating right to turn into my offramp lane
when he showed in my mirror. Head down, arse up, on a sportbike. Getting bigger and bigger as I slowed the Buick to make the curve. Just as I was waiting to feel him hit my rear bumper, one flash of his left indicator and he's at my elbow. One flash of his right indicator and he cuts in front of the Buick and leans into the sharp downhill rightie off-ramp with sparks coming off his bike's low points. Did he realize how much his life depended on my being aware of him? I doubt it. I was thinking " I have had a bike licence for 50 years but this lad ain't gonna make it."
it's not only fingernail painting ladies in cars that drive like they're brain-dead.
I was slowing the family Buick and indicating right to turn into my offramp lane
when he showed in my mirror. Head down, arse up, on a sportbike. Getting bigger and bigger as I slowed the Buick to make the curve. Just as I was waiting to feel him hit my rear bumper, one flash of his left indicator and he's at my elbow. One flash of his right indicator and he cuts in front of the Buick and leans into the sharp downhill rightie off-ramp with sparks coming off his bike's low points. Did he realize how much his life depended on my being aware of him? I doubt it. I was thinking " I have had a bike licence for 50 years but this lad ain't gonna make it."
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