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Last night my mother and I rode home together in tandem from Wally World. We had met up after I got out of work, went out to dinner using her car, went back to WW to get mine, then headed home.
We're on this backroad, double yellow lines, speed limit's 35 but we're both doing 40. Police on this road rarely pull you over for doing 40, and besides the speed limit jumps to 45 another mile down this road. I'm keeping my distance from my mother's car (last time I about scared her tailgating her, but to be fair she was doing 30 on this same road...), I'm even counting in my head "One one thousand, two one thousand..."
I see this cyclist come flying up behind me and think "Oh, this will be interesting." He has to be doing well over 40, maybe even 45, and we're still on the 35 mph stretch of road. he's wearing pretty much no protective gear whatsoever, save for a helmet that looked like nothing more than a standard bicycle helmet. He's also wearing a T shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. I peek up ahead and see two cars coming towards us on the other side of the road, one tailgating the other. Now I know something's going to happen.
Mom starts slowing down for some reason, so I start to ease off the gas. Future Darwin Award Winner behind me flies around to my left, crossing the double yellow lines and had revved the engine so much I can't hear the radio anymore, just to let me know just how pissed he is that I had the gall to slow down. He passes my mother too, then realizes the two other cars are practically on top of him. He zips back into our lane, in front of my mother, barely clipping her front bumper and just missing the leader of the other pack by maybe 5 feet or so of space. I mean it was a narrow miss, if he had been any more off he would have been road pizza. Then, oblivious to the fact that he was almost a smear he rockets off upwards of 50 mph, never to be seen again, T shirt flapping away in the wind.
Unbelievable. Even my mother couldn't believe it. When we got home she was still asking me "You saw that biker too, right?"
We're on this backroad, double yellow lines, speed limit's 35 but we're both doing 40. Police on this road rarely pull you over for doing 40, and besides the speed limit jumps to 45 another mile down this road. I'm keeping my distance from my mother's car (last time I about scared her tailgating her, but to be fair she was doing 30 on this same road...), I'm even counting in my head "One one thousand, two one thousand..."
I see this cyclist come flying up behind me and think "Oh, this will be interesting." He has to be doing well over 40, maybe even 45, and we're still on the 35 mph stretch of road. he's wearing pretty much no protective gear whatsoever, save for a helmet that looked like nothing more than a standard bicycle helmet. He's also wearing a T shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. I peek up ahead and see two cars coming towards us on the other side of the road, one tailgating the other. Now I know something's going to happen.
Mom starts slowing down for some reason, so I start to ease off the gas. Future Darwin Award Winner behind me flies around to my left, crossing the double yellow lines and had revved the engine so much I can't hear the radio anymore, just to let me know just how pissed he is that I had the gall to slow down. He passes my mother too, then realizes the two other cars are practically on top of him. He zips back into our lane, in front of my mother, barely clipping her front bumper and just missing the leader of the other pack by maybe 5 feet or so of space. I mean it was a narrow miss, if he had been any more off he would have been road pizza. Then, oblivious to the fact that he was almost a smear he rockets off upwards of 50 mph, never to be seen again, T shirt flapping away in the wind.
Unbelievable. Even my mother couldn't believe it. When we got home she was still asking me "You saw that biker too, right?"
I'm a scardey cat 
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