I was riding home from work this evening, clipping along at about 65 mph in the middle lane of a three lane freeway. About 10 yards ahead of me in the right lane was another motorcycle. A blue car entered the freeway behind the other bike and just as soon as it did, I thought to myself, “Self, I think they’re going to come right over onto you.”
Sure enough, the car never hesistated in the right lane. It kept sliding left. About the time the wheels crossed the stripes, I made my decision. In about two seconds, I checked my mirror, glanced over my left shoulder, hit the turn signal, and gunned the throttle. It was perfectly timed. I have loud pipes (they came with the bike) and they went “roooaaaaar” just as I was even with the driver’s door. The lady driving the car was surprised by the noise and jerked her head to the side just as I crossed over into the left lane.
I love that old Virago. By the time I completed the lane changed and cancelled the turn signal, I was going 85 mph. I pulled well ahead of the blue car, signalled, moved back into the center lane, and slowed down to 65 mph.
A few seconds late, a small white car with a wing on the back pulled even with me in the left lane. He waved to get my attention and gave me a “thumbs up”. He had been about 50 yards behind me in the left lane and had seen the whole thing. He sped up and pulled away. Over the next rise, Fort Worth’s finest were waiting with their laser gun and they nailed him. I couldn’t help but feel a little sad for him. He was just speeding. The careless driver in the blue car got off with just a little surprise.
So, for all of you bikers out there, remember to ride like they’re out to get you. Sometimes, youll be right.