Inspired by trying to leave work today…
Sadly, there are a lot of bad drivers out there. And bikers. Hell, there are even a lot of bad walkers. Who is the most recent fool in a car, on a bike, or on foot who implicitly trusted that you cared more about whether they lived or died than apparently they did themselves?
Here’s my tale.
To set the scene, I work in a long building that shares a medium sized parking lot with two smaller buildings that face us. Both sets of buildings have some spots near the doors, and then there are three rows of parking spaces, all of which can be pulled through. One side of the lot is adjacent a road with two wide entrance/exits (neither is one way), one is between the first and second rows of parking, the other between the second and third row, so just a couple of hundred feet apart.
I was parked in the first row, towards the far end of the row. A big old John Deere green pickup truck was parked at the other end of the row. I swung around the end of the row and headed towards the exit between rows 2 and 3, and several seconds later the big old truck headed towards the exit he was very close to. He was going slow and had his turn signal on and was beginning to angle towards the exit, so I didn’t pay him much attention.
At least not until he reached the first exit, suddenly straightened, and floored it so he could turn out the exit I had by then almost reached. Fortunately I reacted quickly and stomped the brakes in time to* just barely* avoid hitting him.
For fuck’s sake, why the hell did he suddenly decide that he needed to go out the other exit?! They’re not one way! They’re at most 200 feet apart! And he’d already begun to turn out the first exit!
Anyway, that’s the last moron to suddenly decide to put their life in my hands. You?