Ok before I get into my rant of todays very near accidents here's a question: How do you let a cage know he almost killed you?
Now it's my fault for not checking the pressure on my new tyres and assuming the shop who fitted them had also filled them with more than a party balloons worth of air. But that's not why I almost got smeared today...
So I'm heading through the Symonds street/Newton road/Khyber pass intersection in the far left lane. A white Nissan saloon decides to change lanes on top of me just as we hit the other side.
Problem: I'd grabbed the tail end of an orange light and was doing about 60-65 through the intersection.
Problem: There's a 4x4 right up my ass.
Problem: My brand new tyres are slippery as shit and the rear tyre is running at very low psi.
Outcome: The rear end goes, starts wobbling and slides to the right. Over corrected on the slide but managed to hold it away from the curb. The 4X4 nearly eats me. I level out and it's ok. Whew!
Anyhow - The guy doesn't realize he's nearly killed me. I don't even think he saw me! I start pulsing my high beam and firing my horn as I follow him - then pull up on his right at the next set of lights. My heart is still pounding when I knock (read: bang threateningly) on the guys window, yelling "USE YOUR FUCKING INDICATOR! CHECK YOUR FUCKING MIRROR" (with my black visor down - doh!) and making 'blinking' motions with my hand. The guy looked like he was about to shit himself, I saw my reflection - I looked pretty crazy.
This guy must've thought I was a physco nut (assuming he really didn't see me)
So here's the question: - How do you let a cager know they've nearly killed you?
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