April 2, 2012 11:41 AM PDT
'Fraid I am the hated one...Over here in England we are allowed to filter through stopped and slow moving traffic...its our right...if someone deliberatley tries to cut me off and stop me just because they are stuck in traffic they lose their mirror, lane changers get reminded I am there-did I mention I have one of the loudest Harley's in London...If they are talking on a cellfone I pull alongside and rev loud enough they cant continue their call...we filter when WE want to and nobody can stop us...the ones who try get varying degrees of damage according to the attempt.....
Now Then, Over in USA when riding.....Because everyone is so polite on the roads with us it makes a total difference, I ride in a polite manner, oh sure, if someone comes up on me I hold my line, keeping steady in a lane is the best I have found over there as then if you ride direct and steady they can go round when safe, I will however wave them through when safe so it makes no difference to my own safety, I guess on the smaller roads or single track roads then its a wise move to let jerks pass, as yeah, keep them where you can see them...I have found that the crotch rocket brigade have a mentality all their own and if I am in a lane I will move far enough right so they can go kill themselves somewhere else...
Now could you imagine what would happen if I rode "ENGLAND" style over there.....lol.....
I put the politeness in USA down to one thing mainly...lol...you never know who is packing and who aint...lol...
Just a quick one...Over there one time, dressed in leathers with a longcoat on...just off the bike and the politeness seemed to be more so...confused? sure was - until, I realised that as I was walking toward a crowd of young people I had just slipped my hand into my "gun" pocket in my vest...lol...it gave me a whole new insight into how you come across by your demeanor...lol...I have played on it a few times...I got a better table in a restaurant, I got left totally unmolested by the freaks in a sports bar I went in one time...just by sliding my hand into my vest pocket on the way in the door...lol...hey, dont knock it...lol...I had fun with it.....Just Wait Until You MEET ME!!!!!
.....oh yeah.....lol.....and I like Simpsons, Family Guy and South Park!!!!!
April 2, 2012 2:06 PM PDT
There's a stretch of Interstate in La. called the I-12 - it runs primarily btw N.O. and Baton Rouge. The speed limit is 70mph , but it could very well be 170mph...I ride it occasionally and very cautiously...when the (over the speed limit demons) come up on me....I pull to the right lane and as well, ...have been known to pull off to the right hand shoulder , I let 'em pass, then get back on - carefully ~
April 2, 2012 2:23 PM PDT
My best was back in 79...I was on my way to work, in heavy laned traffic..so i was splittin between the ranks..and came up upon a car, the driver opened his door on me..He was in a Mercedes, with carpet trim..my front tyre hit the carpet and left a nice black imprint of the tread..he rolled forward saw the imprint, and went nuts at me without looking. So i sat there on my bike, black kawasaki 900. Looking down at him...He turned to me finally looking up roared well ya dumbass biker, haven't you got anything to say to me? Our eyes met...I saw his eyes taking in everything about me. White full face...with blue/white checker band around the middle...black jacket, blue cycle pants black knee high boots highly polished...black bike with blue lights intead of spot lights..siren cone...motorola radio going nuts at high volume..and a hancuff pouch on my left hip...black n white gauntlet gloves...and piercing hazel eyes... he slowly reached for the door handle and moved forward in the line...closing his door...everyone around him.laughing their heads off at him....I rolled past, down to the head of the line and assisted in moving the broken down cage outa the way, then directed traffic for an hour...he didn't look my way as he drove past, the people around him where still laughing and laughed even harder when he looked everywhere but at me when he went by.
April 2, 2012 2:49 PM PDT
I'm normally pretty relaxed when I ride, even to work (That's why I ride to work to get in a good frame of mind). So I pretty much let anyone pass who wants to go faster than me - car or bike. Guess I figure there are times I like to go quite a bit over the speed limit and appreciate when people let me by, then there are times I feel like just kickin it at the speed limit, so I let others go by.
April 2, 2012 4:24 PM PDT
Like you, I don't want a vehicle following too close, so I let them pass. It's easier to let them in front than to worry about what's going on right behind me. On multi lane highways in cities I try to stay out of the cage pack. If I can't safely get away by leaving them behind, safety says to slow up and let the cages get ahead of me. There are no fender benders on a bike.
April 3, 2012 2:40 PM PDT
Jonesy LOL !!
you made my day !!! the look on that idiots face would have been hilarious,the feeling of getting to stare down that moron who cut ya off,thats the good stuff !!! He learned the hard way what it means to share the road,something thats important to know for any rider. : )
April 3, 2012 3:27 PM PDT
Since I have long since retired, and moved away...I spose i can share more of these road sharing experiences. I worked the Sydney Harbour bridge for a time. Traffic was always bad anytime after 7am or anytime after 3.30pm..when the lane changing took place. Traffic would just snarl. People would get so wound up...Being a bike cop, traffic kinda didn't bother me regardless whether i was on of off duty..I rode everywhere regardless. Another time i was actually doing the right thing i was sitting in lane traffic, myboss would have called it doing the wrong thing, as he wanted me someplace i really didn't want to be, so I took my time instead of lane splitting. Thats when I saw it, this ol geezer in a flash sedan...he opened his door... and leaned out...I cut across a lane and looked down between the cars...Here is this old geezer emptying his ash tray and cigarette butts. onto the pavement...sure they would have blown away...infact the ash had...but the butts were there in a neat little pile between the rows of cars...Exmple time. I hit the lights and gave the siren a jab...it boomed..the old geezer came up so hard he hit his head in the door jam. I pulled in directly behind him kicked the bike on its stand and got off...walked up beside him...down came the window...should I move to the side officer..."certainly sir ...just as soon as you pick all those cigarette butts you just dumped on the road up." The crowd went wild.... pointing and laughin at him... he got out and in his suit and tie..bent down and picked em all up..with me standing over him watchin. He got back in ..can I go now officer...Not so fast Sir..you can pull into the break down lane now..why? For your reward thats why sir. You can't gimme a ticket i cleaned em up!...oh i can't huh? Thats not fair...he screamed...the laughter was contageous..I had a hard time not smiling..luckily my sunnies and helmet covered my face and mouth...i woulda drew a huge complaint. He pulled out and i cited him for littering...no fine just an offical warning written...He was happy about that part...I checked later..my boss went nuts when he found out i cautioned him...My boss the Sgt in charge of all Police revenue...If you got time to caution em Jones.. you got time to write em up properly...I've had it with you and your do good image...Your off to the northern beaches...Some punishment..the beach and all them girlz and all their bikinis...