A little common sense would help too.
You do not play games with cars. You either speed up and run away from
them, or you slow down and stay well behind.
Rule: you want 200 feet of air all around you. You do what is needed to
keep that space regardless of what other traffic trys. Sometimes in the
city it means you stop for a cup of coffee until traffic dies down. Only
once in ten years of riding 10K miles a year (in Michigan where only an
idiot rides in Dec, Jan, and Feb) did I break that rule. I got caught
upstate on the weekend and ran out of cash when the bank's computers
went down so I could not use a teller machine --that was in the days
before you could get cash back at any grocery store. I had to take the
shortest route back to Ann Arbor (I-75) when everyone was returning
from the long weekend because I could not buy gas, or even a cup of
coffee, and had to be back to work that evening. Otherwise I would have
been on the two-lanes. Two-up in bumper to bumper 75 mph traffic; I was
scared --no, terrified-- every minute of it.
graywolf
http://www.graywolfphoto.com
"Idiot Proof" <==> "Expert Proof"
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Bob Sullivan wrote:
Many years ago, a friend in college was out riding a motorcycle in
rural Illinois (two lane roads). An old farm couple were our driving
as well. He passed them, but then they speeded up and passed him,
only to slow down. He passed them again, they passed him again and
slowed down again. He passed them a third time but found a big pot
hole in the road as he pulled back into his lane.
He fell from the bike, and managed to rolled like a log. The bike
ran over him and off the road. As he slowed, he was feeling pretty
good and decided to put his arms and legs out to slide to a stop. Big
mistake as he had only slowed down to 30 miles per hour.
The old couple saw the whole thing and politely picked him up and took
him to the hospital emergency room. He was wearing shorts and a
t-shirt and had a bad case of road rash. The doctor checked him out
and found no broken bones or serious trama, but he had black asphalt
imbedded in his skin. As the doctor left the room, he turned to the
nurse and said 'He's OK, clean him up.'
She brought out a bucket and a scrub brush, the kind you scrub the
floor with, and proceeded to work over his wounds. The guy was the #1
advocate for helmets and gloves, plus long pants, whenever riding a
motorcycle.
Regards, Bob S.
On 10/7/05, Juan Buhler <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
On 10/7/05, keith_w <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
I've read in serious cycling magazines about how many riders wear a full set
of leathers all summer long too. Screw the heat! It's losing yards of skin
that gives you the willies!
All you need is once. Doesn't really matter who was at fault, does it...
Don't forget gloves, too. When I had my little accident with the now
replaced Vespa, the fall was lucky--I didn't even hit the istD that
was hanging from by back. But my right leather glove ended up so badly
worn in the palm that I doubt I'd be holding my camera in the same way
if I hadn't been wearing it.
j
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Juan Buhler
http://www.jbuhler.com
photoblog at http://photoblog.jbuhler.com
