So it was 86 today (I rubbed it in last night) so I got up early and rode to work before rush hour traffic. I started home this afternoon on the interstate, not too much traffic but it did start to back up. I always choose who I ride in front of, I typically look and see who is giving the vehicle in front of them plenty of stopping room and I make my way in front of them, thats the guy you want to be riding in front of. So Im running about 70 and I see the car that is not following the guy in front of him too close so I pass them and get over in the lane in front of the good driver. I went about a mile with the car behind be doing exactly what I wanted, they stayed close enough that no one would cut inbetween us but gave me enough room to not feel pressure... traffic began to slow down and then before you know it traffic in front was lined up at a stop,
I was in the left lane so I pulled as far to the left as I could (The front tire was touching the white line) there was a good distance between the car behind me and anything behind it, as we slowed to a crawl in the left lane the car that had been protecting me changed lanes and moved to the right... So there I am the last in the line on the Interstate.... I hit my emergency flashers to get me as much visibility as I could and a blue truck came flying up and I heard tires screeching and a it slid right up next to me in the same lane coming just an inch from hitting the truck in front of me. So there I am in the left lane all the way against the line, the bike is leaning to the left because I have my left foot down and a truck that can't be 2 inches from my exhaust and handle bars....... The drivers window was down on the truck and guy that weighed Im guessing about 400 lbs is driving, he doesn't even look at me... I lost it, I flipped my visor up and started screaming at the driver, I could literally reach over through his window and grab him..... I was yelling everything I could think of, after about 5 seconds of this he still hasn't turned his head to even acknowledge me.. I was actually thinking that if he went forward that he was going to hit me, I put the kickstand down and was slinging my leg off the bike and the door of the truck in front came open, he was coming back to help...... I got off the bike still screaming at this fat ass in the truck that is glassy eyed and moving very very slow....
I got off the bike and then realized I couldnt even pull his fat body out of the truck because I couldn't open the door because my bike was inches away, the guy in front was ready to do whatever (I think from his actions) he got out and came back to me, traffic was clearing in front of us and there was quite the commotion there now because the other lane had stopped to see what was going on... The guy that was standing with me just looked at me not knowing what to do so I just told him I was getting off the interstate so he got back in his truck and I got back on the bike.. I was still yelling at the driver beside me, he was OBVIOUSLY under some sort of medication or drunk...
I got on the bike and had to go farther to the left so that I wouldnt hit the trucks mirror.. I took off and got about 50 feet and I heard a beep beep horn, I looked over and a guy in a car gave me the thumbs up.. He slowed down, pulled behind me and "picked" traffic for me for the next 5 miles... every time I hit my signal he forced his way over and let me in front.. the last time I saw the blue truck it was still sitting in the same place on the highway, I went over the hill about 300 yards and he was still there..
I think I am a truck magnet........ Do you guys have run in's like this as often as I do?
I can see the headlines now... "Motorcyclist killed on Interstate, speed not a factor"
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I was in the left lane so I pulled as far to the left as I could (The front tire was touching the white line) there was a good distance between the car behind me and anything behind it, as we slowed to a crawl in the left lane the car that had been protecting me changed lanes and moved to the right... So there I am the last in the line on the Interstate.... I hit my emergency flashers to get me as much visibility as I could and a blue truck came flying up and I heard tires screeching and a it slid right up next to me in the same lane coming just an inch from hitting the truck in front of me. So there I am in the left lane all the way against the line, the bike is leaning to the left because I have my left foot down and a truck that can't be 2 inches from my exhaust and handle bars....... The drivers window was down on the truck and guy that weighed Im guessing about 400 lbs is driving, he doesn't even look at me... I lost it, I flipped my visor up and started screaming at the driver, I could literally reach over through his window and grab him..... I was yelling everything I could think of, after about 5 seconds of this he still hasn't turned his head to even acknowledge me.. I was actually thinking that if he went forward that he was going to hit me, I put the kickstand down and was slinging my leg off the bike and the door of the truck in front came open, he was coming back to help...... I got off the bike still screaming at this fat ass in the truck that is glassy eyed and moving very very slow....
I got off the bike and then realized I couldnt even pull his fat body out of the truck because I couldn't open the door because my bike was inches away, the guy in front was ready to do whatever (I think from his actions) he got out and came back to me, traffic was clearing in front of us and there was quite the commotion there now because the other lane had stopped to see what was going on... The guy that was standing with me just looked at me not knowing what to do so I just told him I was getting off the interstate so he got back in his truck and I got back on the bike.. I was still yelling at the driver beside me, he was OBVIOUSLY under some sort of medication or drunk...
I got on the bike and had to go farther to the left so that I wouldnt hit the trucks mirror.. I took off and got about 50 feet and I heard a beep beep horn, I looked over and a guy in a car gave me the thumbs up.. He slowed down, pulled behind me and "picked" traffic for me for the next 5 miles... every time I hit my signal he forced his way over and let me in front.. the last time I saw the blue truck it was still sitting in the same place on the highway, I went over the hill about 300 yards and he was still there..
I think I am a truck magnet........ Do you guys have run in's like this as often as I do?
I can see the headlines now... "Motorcyclist killed on Interstate, speed not a factor"
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