I'm generally pretty easy going. I do occasionally yell at other drivers, but my road rage rarely escalates beyond an inner monologue that would make Al Swearengen blush. I was definitely a bit less forgiving in my youth, but I rode less too.
anyway, I also find that 99.999% of lanesharing "incidents" are accidental and avoidable. nevertheless I will relate that this past Friday, I was headed home to Oaklamd on the bay bridge when I had two awful incidents in a row.
lanesharing eastbound between the outermost and second outermost lanes (what is that, 4&5? 5&6?) past the last sf exit but before the last onramp. anyway, traffic's almost stopped and I'm definitely doing <20mph. I've got my eyes up and I'm totally tuned into my spidey sense. then one of my alerts comes on. I'm tuned into lifted trucks, luxury cars and f'ed up beaters because they seem to be involved in most of my close calls. I slow down a bit and cover the brake as I get close to a beat up old 80's or early 90's econobox. there's no gap in traffic anywhere, so I split past on its left. as I look over while splitting past said beater, I see the driver jerk the steering wheel first right then back to the left right as I'm beside his window. I honk (new Stebel horn) repeatedly as I twist the throttle to jump ahead. HE ACTUALLY CLIPS MY FOOT WITH HIS BUMPER! I hear the sound of some kind of metal plastic collision. but I realize that this guy's car is a POS and he's obviously unbalanced enough to think he can ram MCs at will so I just keep honking and riding. traffic's almost stopped so I think about parking the bike in the middle of the freeway, finding the car behind me, grabbing the keys and throwing 'em over the freeway wall, but I figure someone might knock over my bike if I did that.
so I give the bike a loud rev (it just makes ya feel better, dig?) and continue. within seconds, some big black Escalade or the like starts bullying it's way into my lane too. still amped, i thumb my loud ass horn over & over & over (pissing off all the other drivers too, I'm sure) and make a dramatic cut around the offending SUV. there's no secret service agent driving the Escalade, but rather a mildly attractive woman who apologizes profusely with a fluttering hand and an embarrassed look on her face. considering that it really was accidental and easy avoided (by me) I forgive her and continue.
at any rate, in 15 minutes, I'm over the bridge and at home with a cold one while both drivers probably have yet to clear Treasure Island. I figure I'm the winner in this scenario.
out.
