Fight Back .......

Three different people tried to kill me today.

I ride to work. Currently I have a choice of two bikes on the road, my little Suzuki Motard and my big heavy Twin Cam Springer. The Motard is great for lane splitting. It's quick and agile and real easy to stay out of trouble. I usually ride it on wet days, which is most of the time during winter in Auckland. I love the Springer but it's pretty big and the forks tend to bounce when I am forced to run over the cats eyes, out there between the lanes. It's also hard to stop quickly.
Today was a nice day so I decided to take the Harley. I wasn't in a hurry this morning and the traffic was unusually light so I just cruised along the motorway from my place out west into the city. I was just getting to the end of the motorway where you pull onto the left lane just after the university. The car that was pulling left in front of me suddenly decided to come to a dead stop in the middle of the lane. No reason, just pulled up dead. I hit the anchors hard. I put new tyres on this bike a couple of months ago at the recommendation of teh guy at the tyre shop. I don't like them. He had some sort of a Honda that obviously weighs a lot less that my Softail. The back tyre locked and I picked the place where I was sure I would hit the car. Somehow I managed to stop about three feet away from their back bumper. Started to yell the usual abuse like I have to do every day but the driver moved on and I headed on into work.

Took a ride round to Shed 5 at lunchtime for a coffee and to see what was happening in the workshop. Doug must still be off on his African adventure with his son Hugo and their old BMW so there wasn't much going on. I had some time so I took a run round the waterfront to Mission Bay. I love riding round there but there is always a cop with a camera so I was taking it easy. As I was heading back I came across Twat number two.
Again with the pulling straight into the lane in front of me a braking. Locked the rear wheel up again and skidded to a stop. A bit closer the the car this time but going slower. More abuse.

Got to the end of another tedious day in the office and headed out into the very heavy traffic on the motorway home. I had a bad crash in Texas a few years ago and spent a long time in hospital. I've been thinking a lot about that lately especiall now that Sara and I are both riding to work on fairly constant basis. I started out with a bit of easy lane splitting and then thought that I had had a couple of close calls today and that I wasn't in any real hurry so I'd take it easy and actually sit in the traffic for once. So there I was cruising along in the proper lane, leaving a bit of space between me and the car in front. I even let a girl and a wobbly new rider on a V Max pass me between the lanes! Then came Twat number three. The traffic was slowing down and this dick head decided to pull right out of his lane and into mine and then stop. When he did stop he was sitting at an angle across both lanes. Locked up the rear wheel again and stopped a couple of inches away from the car. I was very lucky. Again.

Sara has the same thing every day. Yesterday she had someone cut her up. She followed him into the petrol station and the passengers where punching him for nearly kiling her. Another one today as well. The truck driver in the next lane to her wound down his window and threatened the guy who cut her up.
The problem is they just don't care. Its not that they didn't look. When you pull them up for it they just say that it doesn't matter. You're only on a bike. They didn't hit you. This time.

It just takes once. It hurts a lot. I don't want to end up in hospital again. I'll probably lose my leg next time. Its bad enough now. Maybe Sara or I won't survive at all. Honestly I've had enough. From now on, if you try to kill me I will break your nose (at least).

I wear a motocross helmet most of the time. When I crashed in Texas I just had a bandana on. I opened up the back of my skull and tore off the bottom of my face. Chicks dig scars but you have to wear a helmet in NZ and I'd like my face not to get any worse looking. Point is, if someone tries to kill me and tells me that it doesn't matter to them I will drag them out of the car and head butt them with my motocross helmet.
Its not road rage. Its education. There are consequences to all actions and people should be made to face those consequences. If they consequently get away with it they will keep on driving like Twats. So, from now on, try and kill me and I will break your nose.
Cheers
Irish