I met up with a guy on a big blue Harley out on the interstate on my way home from work on Friday. He pulled around in front of me as he came up behind because, you know, Harleys must ride first. (I attribute this attitude to him in retrospect. At the time, I just figured he was going faster than me.) Then we got off at the same exit, him right in front of me.
We take the corner, heading back towards town from the little bridge exit, and suddenly he lets go of the throttle and reaches across with his right hand jerking around on the left bar with his right hand. My mind jumps through the possibilities. That would have been a place where a shift was warranted, so I figure it's probably something to do with his clutch. His bike begins swerving as he jerks around on the bar with both hands on the same side. I hit my emergency blinkers, hold a steady line behind him, and tap my brake to signal to the rather large crowd of vehicles behind us that we've got a problem. Bikers gotta watch for each other, and the only thing I could think of to help was warn others behind us as he swerved around in the lane.
About thirty seconds of this, him barely moving now, still swerving, and suddenly I see what happened. Cell phone flipped up to his ear with his throttle hand. Yeah, that's right. Riding a busy street, he takes his hand off the throttle to fuck with a cell phone, and then proceeds to have a conversation, still swerving all over the road, idling down the road at around 10 MPH on a forty, holding up traffic and just generally being a butthole right during the afternoon rush.
My sympathy and feelings of fear for my fellow biker quickly wash away in a rage I've seldom felt in my life. I click off my flashers see a huge opening in the other lane, switch over and fly past him screaming, "GET OFF THE FUCKING PHONE!" as I go past.
When I got home, Mrs. NFB could tell I was rattled. Badly rattled. Just, having your emotion wrapped up in fear and good feelings for a fellow in distress and then instantly flashing to anger at someone creating a situation that didn't need to be created, it takes something out of you. That's stupid on a level I've never really seen before. Even in traffic.
That's the first time since I started riding again that I've really felt that feeling of, "you're going to get what you deserve someday." I hate myself for thinking it, but what the hell else can you think about something that dumb? I think talking on the cell in a car is bad, but on a bike?
I'm sorry fellow biker dude. You don't just disappoint me, you disappoint the human race.
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