Blind idiots in cages
Hey all. I've had two near incidents yesterday which have prompted me to think about how I ride and what I can do to prevent accidents on my bike.
Both were due to not being "seen" by cars on my way home; however both were different situations.
Situation 1:
Just past Haywards Hill turnoff going north on SH2. I was in the right hand lane just going past a late model Falcon Station wagon. Just as I got alongside the Falcon he indicated and came straight into my lane. Conditions at time - overcast but no rain, no other cars within 100m. Both vehicles doing 95-105km/h.
Situation 2:
Pulled off SH2 at Whakatiki St, going through esses next to Mitre 10, and see a Mitsubishi Galant stopped at the side of the road facing me, indicating to pull into the battery shop on my side of the road. Look the driver straight in the eye as I come through the esses and when I am approx 50m from him he turns straight into my path. Hang on the anchors and just squeeze past him on my left hand side (maybe six inch gap either side).
Now the 1st situation I can understand I probably was in the guys blind spot as I came up towards him so can accept that - He saw me as when he moved across he did the old "lifesaver look" - lucky for me.
But the 2nd situation I am at a loss to explain. The driver could see me coming for nearly 150m and looked me straight in the eye as he turned. I was doing maybe 60km/h so I'm unsure if he underestimated my speed.
Has anyone else encountered drivers who look you straight in the eye and then turn right in front of you?
FWIW, I had my lights and indicator on at the time - low beam, both lights.
I wear Black Cordura jacket and pants with reflective material (no good in the day but), and a silver helmet with blue white and black flashes on it.
What can I do to make myself seen more, or should I accept that some people are just blind idiots and I should assume they will not see me, even if we are looking at each other in the eyes?
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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