On my usual commute to downtown St. Paul, I was stuck waiting for
a break in Rice Street traffic at my neighborhood intersection. To the north, I
had about a block-and-a-half of space before south-bound traffic boxed me in. To
the south, one large, black van was signaling a turn at my intersection. Behind
it, at least another two blocks of clear space. Not trusting the van to do what
the turn signals indicated, I waited until the van was beginning its turn before I eased out into the road. Hidden from my
view was an asphalt-colored sedan, tailgating the van.
The van's blacked out windows and size had completely obscured my view of the
tailgater and, now, I was solidly in the car's path. The driver hit the brakes
and I nailed the throttle and we missed each other by a few feet. The event was
close enough that I can still raise a little bile several weeks after the
near-crash. All Rights Reserved © "Never argue with a fool; onlookers may not be able to tell the difference."
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Sep 30, 2012
Black Is Back
On my usual commute to downtown St. Paul, I was stuck waiting for
a break in Rice Street traffic at my neighborhood intersection. To the north, I
had about a block-and-a-half of space before south-bound traffic boxed me in. To
the south, one large, black van was signaling a turn at my intersection. Behind
it, at least another two blocks of clear space. Not trusting the van to do what
the turn signals indicated, I waited until the van was beginning its turn before I eased out into the road. Hidden from my
view was an asphalt-colored sedan, tailgating the van.
The van's blacked out windows and size had completely obscured my view of the
tailgater and, now, I was solidly in the car's path. The driver hit the brakes
and I nailed the throttle and we missed each other by a few feet. The event was
close enough that I can still raise a little bile several weeks after the
near-crash. 5 comments:
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"The Village People are the majority U.S. market", beautiful!!!! I couldn't have said it better. I know the type... "gear, I don't need it, my pipes will save me..."
ReplyDeleteThis year will be a benchmark to look at for years. Lots of loud pipers with no gear have crashed, burned, and died in 2012. Legislators are going to be looking closely at this data in the upcoming transportation budgeting hearings.
ReplyDeleteWe've had both loud pipers and squids crashing and dieing around here just about every week all summer long, plus quite a number of squids getting arrested while doing speeds of up to 178 mph in one case. One guy was doing over 140 with his girlfriend on the back. The papers dutifully report that the "rider was wearing a helmet" and still died. Duh, it's the law here, so I can't imagine many could ride far sans helmet without getting stopped. A couple of sad ones where the rider just bought the bike and then went out and killed himself. Then there was the woman run over by a truck at a stoplight because he couldn't see her over his hood. Plenty of dumbness to go around.
ReplyDeleteThe only two infinite elements in the universe are hydrogen and human stupidity. Most of the crashes I've read about are caused by riders doing something incredibly dumb or unskilled. As a species, we are our own worst enemy. As a sub-group of traffic, we are practically suicidal. Even as small a portion of traffic as motorcyclists are, I suspect that far too many motorcycles are being sold to people who have no business being behind a wheel, handlebar, or maybe even wearing shoes.
ReplyDeleteYes! Finally something about nudist.
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