Re: Motorcycle deaths
No, it all came to me in an instant, I think.
My senile Dodge Dakota is making expensive rattling noises, so Ive been doing a lot of commuting via bike lately. No big thing, Ive been riding in and around Los Angeles for a very long time. The secret has always been ride like someones out to kill you, i.e. on the edge of offensive riding. Most of it street riding. No freeway stuff.
But yesterday, I had to make a bike commute to San Bernardino, and back, some 45-50 miles in one direction. Usually, this kind of stuff never fazed me.
So there I was, on the 210, tootling along at around 75 miles an hour, and everything but the water truck is passing me.
And right about then, I took a good look around me (not a wise thing sometimes). It was not a pretty sight. Old ladies frozen in fear, stuck in the fast lane at 80, maniacs in 25 wheel big rigs, spewing road debris, mini-trucks, middle-trucks, maxi-trucks! All sorts of potential carnage about to coalesce. Misfits, creeps and slobs! VW Vans, Volvos!
And then it hit me: My life (at that moment) was in their hands! And all of a sudden, I got very paranoid. It was not a nice feeling. Akin to pre-race jitters, but worse.
So, Im staying off the freeways for a while. Tear into that Dodge lower-end, and see whats up. You need as much armor as possible, between you and the dingbats. Hell, Im even thinking of buying a 68 Electra 225. Fill up the fender with cement.