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First off: This Sack of Sh—'asked' me to help him load his f’ing canoe onto his pick-up. (Not the first time). I told him I was late, but he was blocking me in, so I had no choice. Get to the Gas Station and some freakin’… @#$#$ squeezes his ’73 Chevy Nova past my bike to get at the pump in front of me. Misses me and the bike by an inch, if that @ 15 or 20mph. By this point, I’m late, there’s steam exiting my helmet from all these slacker [email protected]#$ 's in my face. I was border-line at that point. Not thinking rationally. I then hit dead-stop traffic on the road leading to freeway. Looked like 20 minutes just to get to on-ramp so I started lane-splitting [not illegal in California, but it should be]. Passed some construction worker in a pick up and he lost his temper. I just didn’t care. Got on the freeway and lit her up. This turkey is so far back after about 3 seconds, I'm gone before he can finish his explatives.
So I’m merging to the right on freeway @ 85+ now, when I see debris on the road in front of me. Swerve to avoid it only to encounter a large floating plastic concrete bag. Swirling winds take it right into my path like a f_cking vacuum cleaner and there’s nothing I can do. I hit it, but thankfully I roll over it, and it doesn’t get hung up in my suspension, engine or air intakes.
So once I get back up to speed after realizing that I’m not hung up, I see Semi’s stacking up in front of me… Follow these for about 20 miles @ 45mph until it opens up to 2 lanes. I downshift and smack the throttle again, this time all cars/truck in front of me are getting out of my way - quickly. I think they could tell by how fast my lights were coming up on them that it was the best thing to do… ie: Not courtesy, but rather self-preservation. I get over the top of this rise and there, again, right in my path, a large cotton sleeping bag, almost standing up in a ‘V’. If I hit this thing at speed there's no going over it or under it... Tried not to target-fixate. Looked past it and did another swerve to get around it.
I can’t help but feel that the Universe was trying to tell me something today… Like: ‘Sell the f_cking bike before something really bad happens’, or maybe 'Don't ride if you're pissed-off, or in a rush to get somewhere...' Prob. I broke at least 3 traffic laws this morning, admittedly, two of which were speed-related. Grrrrr.... I let the traffic and my being late get to me. I'm not usually like that. If I got passed by a bike - like the irate dude did this morning, I'd have been equally pissed off. Prob. I'll just drive my POS pick-up to work for a while & stay off the FZ until I get my sh__ back together.
Perhaps the only positive from this crumby commute day: FZ performed flawlessly. Responded well to everything I threw at her.
So I’m merging to the right on freeway @ 85+ now, when I see debris on the road in front of me. Swerve to avoid it only to encounter a large floating plastic concrete bag. Swirling winds take it right into my path like a f_cking vacuum cleaner and there’s nothing I can do. I hit it, but thankfully I roll over it, and it doesn’t get hung up in my suspension, engine or air intakes.
So once I get back up to speed after realizing that I’m not hung up, I see Semi’s stacking up in front of me… Follow these for about 20 miles @ 45mph until it opens up to 2 lanes. I downshift and smack the throttle again, this time all cars/truck in front of me are getting out of my way - quickly. I think they could tell by how fast my lights were coming up on them that it was the best thing to do… ie: Not courtesy, but rather self-preservation. I get over the top of this rise and there, again, right in my path, a large cotton sleeping bag, almost standing up in a ‘V’. If I hit this thing at speed there's no going over it or under it... Tried not to target-fixate. Looked past it and did another swerve to get around it.
I can’t help but feel that the Universe was trying to tell me something today… Like: ‘Sell the f_cking bike before something really bad happens’, or maybe 'Don't ride if you're pissed-off, or in a rush to get somewhere...' Prob. I broke at least 3 traffic laws this morning, admittedly, two of which were speed-related. Grrrrr.... I let the traffic and my being late get to me. I'm not usually like that. If I got passed by a bike - like the irate dude did this morning, I'd have been equally pissed off. Prob. I'll just drive my POS pick-up to work for a while & stay off the FZ until I get my sh__ back together.
Perhaps the only positive from this crumby commute day: FZ performed flawlessly. Responded well to everything I threw at her.
