Holy crap! Today, I'm "that guy"
I commute 60 miles one way to work, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I carpool with two others. As we have flex hours, and the route is to downtown Indianapolis, we get in at 6:00 AM to skirt heavy traffic.
I was going to our meeting place this morning... shortly before 5:00 AM; still dark. I came to a stop street that forms a "Y", glanced both ways, pulled out into the main street.
And into the path of a motorcycle.
Now, I didn't wreck the guy... no danger of that... there was some significant space there... but I'm sure the guy had to get on the brakes. Put in his place, I'd have been either annoyed, or outright pissed.
It was dark, but I had a mirror-ful of his bike for a bit. by the shape of his headlights and turn signals, it was a sport bike, and was well lit. I just wasn't paying attention. I'm the guy that yells longest and loudest about left turners, soccer moms careening around in vans jabbering on cellphones, etc.
To whomever that was... I'm sorry, bro. I'm doing pennance, and I'll try to do better.
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Last edited by Big D; 07-23-2009 at 04:53 AM.
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