muleskinner
Turbocharged
Okay. Let me set the scene here. So this morning about 11:30 A.M., I was driving my full size Dodge diesel 4X4 pick up truck home from breakfast in town. The road I travel is a narrow two lane, asphalt country road. The lanes are 30' wide, with dirt shoulders. In the area I was driving there are deep dips that swallow up the view of motorcycles coming in the opposing lane. As I was driving toward the crest of one of the dips, I encountered a very new looking, bright White Goldwing riding on the center line, partially in my lane.
As I moved over to the right as much as I could so I would not hit him, I motioned to the rider with my right hand to move back over into their lane. The rider then flipped me off! Wow! Really! What an idiot. I know some cage drivers that hate M/C riders that ride super close to the center line and have even heard comments from some of them that they drive more towards the center line when they encounter such riders! Lucky for the GW rider I am not one of those drivers, but rather a fellow M/C rider!
The rider must have had Lawrence Welk, or Barry Manilow turned on loud on his stereo system!
As I moved over to the right as much as I could so I would not hit him, I motioned to the rider with my right hand to move back over into their lane. The rider then flipped me off! Wow! Really! What an idiot. I know some cage drivers that hate M/C riders that ride super close to the center line and have even heard comments from some of them that they drive more towards the center line when they encounter such riders! Lucky for the GW rider I am not one of those drivers, but rather a fellow M/C rider!
The rider must have had Lawrence Welk, or Barry Manilow turned on loud on his stereo system!