So I went for a motorcycle ride today. I knew the day was going to be perfect for riding so I went down to RI to see a friend and go out for a movie (Stardust, very good movie, surpassed my expectations) and have some sushi. So I figure I’d take the back roads down there since I hadn’t really ridden on the major interstates on the bike.
I traveled though Massachusetts no problemo and got into RI. Gah! RI’s lack of street signs is enough to make me grumble. But being RI, just keep heading in the direction you want and eventually you’ll come to a numbered route sooner or later. So I’m going down what I think is route 1a and turn right to get to route 1. About 50 meters down this new road, a car pulls right out in front of me.
Right out in front of me. Like about 10 feet in front of me. He is trying to make a left hand turn into the backed up traffic waiting at the stop light from the corner I just took. It was all I could do to stomp on the brakes (front and rear) and at the same time try to serve the bike out of the way. I could hear my tires squeal or was it his? Hard to remember, it all seems a blur now.
He was right in front of me, I was amazed I didn’t hit him. When I served and hit the brakes, I almost lost control of the bike – she waggled from side to side and I was going into the grass on the side of the road – I thought I was going to dump it. I dragged my right toe down as she waggled far down to the right. . .it was probably a combination of that and having slowed down from the 30 – 35 mph I had been going to about the 5 mph I slowed down to after I stomped on the brakes. . .
I managed to right the bike and get back into the lane of traffic and I just kept going. I figured I didn’t fall down, just got a very good scare (re: near death experience) and as far as I could tell the bike and myself was in one piece. Sure my right toe hurt like the dickens, but meh, I could still ride with a hurt toesie.
After cussing for the next 2 miles at the stupid old guy and his huge clunker that nearly killed me, I finally calmed down a bit. When I got to my destination, I was relieved that I didn’t get killed by hitting the driver’s side of his car and flipping over it thereby fucking me up and my bike as well.
Well, I parked the bike and met my friend at the bookstore. After some shopping, we made our way out to the parking lot to head off to the movie. I wanted to put my helmet in his car, so we went over to the bike. I was showing it to him when I looked at the back of the bike: my left rear turn signal light lens was missing. Totally gone except a small piece where it was screwed into the housing. So I put the key in the bike and turned it on to see if it would light up. It did. And it still blinked when I hit the turn signal button.
And my toe? It still smarts a bit, but it isn’t broken, it isn’t bloody and the nail looks okay . . .my right lower leg is now a bit sore and so is my left arm, but I don’t know if that was from that whole ruckus or something else.
So I came so very close to a very nasty spill and all I have to do is pay about $10 for a new plastic cover for my left rear turn signal? Thank goodness.
But I’m still pissed off at the asshole who didn’t even look to see if anyone was coming. Imagine if I had been in my car, or if I had been driving an 18 wheeler – his ass would be dead right now. Instead he scared the shit out of me and almost killed me. Hopefully this scared some sense into him.
I still don’t know how I managed to survive that.
Then on the way home today I was taking route 1 for a bit and then all of sudden route 1 disappeared on me. I don’t know where the hell it went – as there were no signs pointing me in any direction, but then I saw a sign for interstate 95. What the hell I figured. I’d prolly be safer on I95 as there would be no assholes making left hand turns in front of me.
So I got up on 95 and stayed in the right hand lane just cruising along at 65 mph. Then we came up to “Thurber’s Ave Corner” where I95 makes a 90 degree turn towards Providence. I love taking this corner in my car going south bound as it is a downgrade and lots of fun to go whipping along in the high speed lane passing everyone else who is dogging it along at 50 mph ’cause they’re going down a hill and around a corner at the same time. . .the corner is perfectly graded and a masterpiece of civil engineering and is made for taking at 65 mph (at least it feels like it to me). . .but I digress.
Going northbound on I-95 up Thurber’s Ave Corner at 60 mph on the bike in the far right lane was amazing. It felt like one long continuous. . .well, you know, big O. Just amazing. And it got better from there: the I-195 “race track” as I like to call it? That was fun! Usually with the car, taking the I-195 exit and around the “S” turns for the first few miles of I-195 make me feel like I’m in a car racing video game. Not because I’m speeding around everyone, but just the turns and the excitement of getting to the outside of the “track” and passing people.
With the bike, I kept in the slow lane as I didn’t want to go faster then 65 mph. The “S” curves going on to I-195 and on I-195 itself were a lot of fun. I was grinning like a madwoman the whole way though. . .then the highway got straight and boring. Too bad the entire highway wasn’t one big set of Thurber’s Ave Corners and “S” curves.
Funny how I felt safer on the highway going 65 mph in three to four lanes of traffic then on the back roads going 40 mph. . .