Sad.
Sad is most of what I felt when I saw him.
Resplendantly adorned in his custom Shoei helmet that perfectly matched the silver and blue of his 4 day old Hayabusa, he came to an unsteady stop at the light next to me, his bare hands firmly strangling the bars, two fingers pulling the clutch lever back, front brake neglected entirely. Both sneaker wearing feet left the pegs, and thus the only brake he had been using, to take up momentum as he stopped. The speed hump (that tumor looking mostrosity that takes the place of the back seat on the 'Busa) was in place, providing that little extra oomph of aerodynamics he most certainly needed. Unfortunately any gains in aerodynamics given by the hump were negated by the second matching custom Shoei helmet hanging from the helmet hook, desperately trying to beat itself to death against the side of the bike. The light changed, and my left turning lane was given a green arrow, and it was with considerable regret that I pulled away in my deisel pickup as he was fumbling to find first, or maybe neutral, while waiting for his light to change.
Had I been on my motorcycle, I would have breached custom, split traffic and flagged him down to politely and as tactfully as possible explain to him the errors of his ways and invite him to ride with me.
Sad. His first panic stop will be rear brake only. I'm sure of it. I wonder if I'll have him as a patient, or if he will be even fortunate enough to make it to our ICU.
Live and learn. Learn, or you won't live long.
98G
Sad is most of what I felt when I saw him.
Resplendantly adorned in his custom Shoei helmet that perfectly matched the silver and blue of his 4 day old Hayabusa, he came to an unsteady stop at the light next to me, his bare hands firmly strangling the bars, two fingers pulling the clutch lever back, front brake neglected entirely. Both sneaker wearing feet left the pegs, and thus the only brake he had been using, to take up momentum as he stopped. The speed hump (that tumor looking mostrosity that takes the place of the back seat on the 'Busa) was in place, providing that little extra oomph of aerodynamics he most certainly needed. Unfortunately any gains in aerodynamics given by the hump were negated by the second matching custom Shoei helmet hanging from the helmet hook, desperately trying to beat itself to death against the side of the bike. The light changed, and my left turning lane was given a green arrow, and it was with considerable regret that I pulled away in my deisel pickup as he was fumbling to find first, or maybe neutral, while waiting for his light to change.
Had I been on my motorcycle, I would have breached custom, split traffic and flagged him down to politely and as tactfully as possible explain to him the errors of his ways and invite him to ride with me.
Sad. His first panic stop will be rear brake only. I'm sure of it. I wonder if I'll have him as a patient, or if he will be even fortunate enough to make it to our ICU.
Live and learn. Learn, or you won't live long.
98G