For the final 1/4 mile or so of my morning commute I am a bad person and drive my MB on the wrong side of the road. It's a rural highway and I suppose I could cross to the other side, but what with traffic being a pain and the
really wide shoulders... bah
I bang a left out of the convenience store, run the grassy bit for a couple of feet and WOT for work. This morning scream serves as a benchmark to see how well my bike is doing, quite often people will shout friendly questions from their car as I'm trying to break my personal land speed record on this rare bit of flat, smooth, and wide shoulder.
I miss the turn for work often and zip on by
I figured it was just a matter of time before I pissed someone off though. Despite being four to six feet wide and unpopulated, I am driving on the wrong side of the road and
flying (or at least doing my best).
Earlier this week a white contractor's pick-up paced me for a while as we left the store and got up to speed. I looked over a him a couple of times and he didn't seem angry, but I was occupied at the time. Just as my left turn into the parking lot of my work was coming up he punched it (could hear the diesel roar even over the wailing 2stroke), pulled ahead, made a hard left in front of me, and jammed his brakes - coming to a dead stop right in my path. I veered out into the road a bit crushing both brake levers and what does he do? Jumps out of his truck, runs into the road waving his arms madly - right in my way again!
He had hardly waited for his truck to come to a complete stop before he was out of it!
Fortunately I had scrubbed a lot of speed at this point and I managed to get around the guy, pulling in next to him and stopping to see what all the fuss was about. Although I knew I was actually in the wrong, I really shouldn't fly down the wrong side despite how wide my own private lane is, I was ready to give this guy the "what for" and enlighten him on his idiocy.
He just
loved my bike and wanted to buy it right then and there
I didn't have the heart to chew him out for inadvertently trying to kill me, he was so bubbly and happy and bouncing up and down (weird coming from like a 50yo redneck type contractor lol), I just told him that this was where I work, that my bike wasn't for sale, and that if he just met me down by the shop's garage doors I would park my bike and give him as much info as I could.
I then zipped off, parked the bike and smoked a cigarette or two waiting for him. As it turns out he had gone inside the main store and was waiting in ambush - nattering away with my boss about how cool my bike was.
Fortunately - my boss agrees
I think I've learned a lesson though, I'm gonna run that last 1/4 mile on the
correct side of the road from now on. Even though my stopping power is fine and this was an unusual occurrence - it did show me the problems I could have doing that. This guy happened to be friendly, but man...
if he had been a cop...
if I hadn't managed to stop...
It's rare for Murphy to give you a warning - but I'll take heed when he does