Toolin' around on the Wing today in a suburban neighborhood. As I was slowing down for a traffic light, my peripheral vision picked up something crossing the road fast and I hit the brakes hard.
Turned out to be a pot-bellied, middle-aged guy on a bicycle, with a cigarette in his mouth, coming down the very steep driveway from his house. We avoided colliding by inches. But he never knew that because he wasn't even looking at me. He continued not looking at me, but at the curb he hit on the opposite side, winding up up ass-over-teakettle in his neighbor's yard. He got up, got back on the bike and pedalled off -- still no eye contact -- cigarette still clamped firmly in his mouth, probly on his way to the c-store for another six pack. So I guess it's true -- God does look out after drunks and fools(!) -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Nighthawk Motorcycle Lovers!" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/nighthawk_lovers?hl=en.
