vifferman
22nd February 2006, 11:19
So there I am this morning, lane-splitting like a bastid, when I come to where the lanes merge. I keep an eye out for somewhere to pull in, and spot a space with a scooter-thingie in it (one of those things that's somewhere between bike and scooter). Yup, plenty of space.
The young lady hears me coming ("AAAAAHHH!! What's that!?!" or "Wow! That's a kewl looking/sounding bike - I'll make room for him behind!"), and moves forward a bit (totally unnecessary, but kind), while flashing a quick look over her shoulder. The car in front has stopped again. She turns her head to the front again, sees she's about a foot from doom, hits the anchors, then hits the deck as the diminutive front wheel tucks under.
Ruh-roh...
Nasty sound of "bike-thing meets road".
I flick the sidestand down, as she's having trouble lifting the thing, but after a few seconds (seems like much longer in the traffic) she's up, and OK.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes. I was just looking around to see if there was enough room..."
"That's kind, but always look ahead - I can take care of me. You sure you're OK?"
"Yes."
So, off I go, feeling a little guilty, and riding more carefully on the freshly slicked roads.
The young lady hears me coming ("AAAAAHHH!! What's that!?!" or "Wow! That's a kewl looking/sounding bike - I'll make room for him behind!"), and moves forward a bit (totally unnecessary, but kind), while flashing a quick look over her shoulder. The car in front has stopped again. She turns her head to the front again, sees she's about a foot from doom, hits the anchors, then hits the deck as the diminutive front wheel tucks under.
Ruh-roh...
Nasty sound of "bike-thing meets road".
I flick the sidestand down, as she's having trouble lifting the thing, but after a few seconds (seems like much longer in the traffic) she's up, and OK.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes. I was just looking around to see if there was enough room..."
"That's kind, but always look ahead - I can take care of me. You sure you're OK?"
"Yes."
So, off I go, feeling a little guilty, and riding more carefully on the freshly slicked roads.