Yeah, Union, don't ya LOVE that? SO much easier to avoid something. These little panic-prissies that slam on the brakes and just plow on into whatever they're about to hit KILL me.
Instead of learning to drive the vehicle and remaining aware of their space, via peripheral vision and swiveling the eyeballs so they'll know where their escape is, they just buy bigger and bigger vehicles to crash into the rest of us with, so THEY will be safer.
I see it every day around here with the weenie-boy NASCAR wanna-bes in their over-wrought Corvettes and Ricers flying around all over the place, but when they get in trouble? Close the eyes, slam on the brakes, wait for the impact. Schweenies. They also remind of the OTHER weenies of the road, sport-bike-weenies. You know the ones. Gay-Leathers, like for real at the track, only the street. I always know a mutt. They brake primarily with the rear brake like a girlie-girl on a two wheeler with coaster brakes. Harley guys do that too, with their ankles splayed out on the highway pegs, like a chick at the Gynocologist with her feet in stirrups. They get in trouble, all of a sudden, the right foot slams on the pavement, one bounce and back up to the rear brake. Idiots..
You can always tell a pro. Maybe a little fast, filtering through the traffic, but not barnstorming. Head a-swivel, alert, aware. A pro on a bike? One indicator. As he's riding along, working the throttle, the gears, yeah, the pro's head in on the swivel, the mirrors, and aware, but the REAL, REAL pro?
THAT's the guy that's got two fingers draped over and covering the front brake WHILE he's manipulating the throttle. THAT's the survivor on the road where bikes are concerned, and I see too few riders doing it. That's a precious two seconds that'll save yer bacon, especially out in the canyons.
Harley pilots? Around here? Hopeless..
Ok, ok, enuff of this rant. I'm ready to go take my gal out for some dinner now..
Have a good night yall!
