I really want to know what possesses some people when they get behind the controls of a wheeled, high-speed vehicle.
While driving home yesterday, we were approaching a T-intersection along the top crossbar (so we're on the main road and the intersection involves a side road that ends at the main road). The main road has the right of way (no lights, no signs), while the side road has a stop sign. Both streets are two-way, one lane each direction.
I was looking at our backseat, talking to someone we'd given a ride to, while Hubby was driving. He suddenly hits the brakes and swerves toward the center line a bit, yelling in surprise. I turned around to see a guy in t-shirt and jeans on a motorcycle coming from the side street right in front of us, turning to drive the wrong way down our side of the street.
That's right, he made a super-wide right turn from the side street (probably not bothering to stop properly, as fast as he was going), cut us off, and drove down our shoulder before merging back into the correct lane and heading off. If Hubby hadn't hit the brakes when he did, the guy would've been road pizza, and if Hubby hadn't swerved a bit, the guy would've hit either the curb or us and most likely wiped out (not a pleasant prospect when he's not wearing any protective gear).
Picture included because I'm not sure I quite explained his insanity well enough. Blue box is the crazy motorcycle guy, red box is our huge Jeep. Blue arrow is the guy's path of travel.
Near as I can figure, he was just super-entitled and felt that the rules of the road didn't apply to him. His face looked determined, that kind of "I'll sue if you hit me" face we see on so many jaywalkers. He didn't look scared at all despite the close call.
While driving home yesterday, we were approaching a T-intersection along the top crossbar (so we're on the main road and the intersection involves a side road that ends at the main road). The main road has the right of way (no lights, no signs), while the side road has a stop sign. Both streets are two-way, one lane each direction.
I was looking at our backseat, talking to someone we'd given a ride to, while Hubby was driving. He suddenly hits the brakes and swerves toward the center line a bit, yelling in surprise. I turned around to see a guy in t-shirt and jeans on a motorcycle coming from the side street right in front of us, turning to drive the wrong way down our side of the street.

Picture included because I'm not sure I quite explained his insanity well enough. Blue box is the crazy motorcycle guy, red box is our huge Jeep. Blue arrow is the guy's path of travel.
Near as I can figure, he was just super-entitled and felt that the rules of the road didn't apply to him. His face looked determined, that kind of "I'll sue if you hit me" face we see on so many jaywalkers. He didn't look scared at all despite the close call.
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