haha I have seen those pictures. I was sitting at an intersection about 2 days ago and I got to watch an accident between two cages happen I mean I had front a front row seat to this event. I was sitting at a red light and the car across from me decides he doesn't want to wait for the light and runs it. Well he didn't see this truck coming that hit him almost as soon as he pulled out. I was hit by the spray of glass, because this was a big main road and the truck hit doing at least 50. the driver was ok though because the back of the car was hit and there were no passengers. the truck was ticked though he had just bought the thing like a couple of months ago.
Was that by any chance the intersection of Mobile hwy and Fairfield Dr? That was always a scary intersection for me, and I was younger, dumber, and in a cage then!
My scariest moments...
Back in June, on the Father's Day sunday, I was heading home from a convention in Portland, and the sky was looking awful gray. Well, I needed to get home, so I got on the 95 and headed northbound. Five minutes later, it started raining, and I new it was supposed to last all night. (I was expecting it not to start for at least another hour) Well, within ten more miles it was a downpour and getting dark. I know I should have found a motel somewhere, but I had been away for four days, and I just wanted HOME. Well, I am doin about 50-55 or so in the right lane, and I'm doin decient, except for being soaked, when this pickup towing a boat passes me. He goes on by safely, and I continue on goin, watching all around. When the truck is between 50 and 75 yards ahead, the tarp he had covering the boat blows off flying into the air, lands on the ground rolling right in front of me! (yes, I underwear was no longer clean because first you say it, then you do it!) By some miraculous event, the tarp just happened to flatten itself out on the road just as I went over it. SOMEHOW, I did not down the bike.
On another night, it was dark, and I was on a back road heading home from fishing with friends in Gardiner. I was doin right around the speed limit heading up this hill. On the left of me was more road. On the right was a dropoff where there SHOULD have been a guardrail, but wasn't. (I think it's just a steep sided ditch there, but I couldn't really tell at the time, being dark and paying attention to the road) Well, I'm close to the top, when this truck is suddenly coming directly at me at what looked to be a new Land Speed Record. Since there's traffic to my left, that way is out. I immediately swerve to my right. I wasn't thinking about the dropoff. Needless to say, this was another pair of shorts gone! The truck just missed me by inches, and I was literally right on the edge! My head reflexively turns to follow the truck (maybe I just wanted to see if the Reaper was in the back or something) and when I turn my eyes back front, THERES THE %^&*%!^*$$%^*!$& GUARDRAIL!!!!!!
And I'm heading right for it. (it's now running down my leg at this point) I swerve AGAIN! This time to the left, and nearly did a pretty good impression of one of them junebugs that hit your windshield late at night, but he swerved when he saw me swerve towards him.
People have mentioned Hydroplaning. Had that happen to me on the 295 heading down to Portland to see a friend. Well, I had about twenty miles to go, and I was in the left lane. It had been misting on and off, but nothing too bad the entire trip. Suddenly I am under Niagara Falls! SWEET MARY MOTHER OF GOD!!! It didn't rain that hard during Hurricane Opal! Well, I slow it down to about 45 or so, and I am drenched to the bone, but the bike is handling the rain ok, so I figured I would continue on through. I couldn't get over though because the line of cars to my right were not tailgaiting, they were drafting! (ask Badinfluence about us Maine drivers sometime, he can attest to how insane/stupid we can be when we wrap 2+ tons of steel around us) I make it another ten or so miles without any worries, and I see a spot open up ahead so I can get into the lane I need to exit. I saw the open spot, but I did not see the standing water in front of me. I swear on a stack of $100 bills THIS high that the puddle HAD to have been at least twelve feet deep! I feel the bike hit the water, and I swear there is just no way to describe the feeling I had. I felt the bike slow suddenly, felt the tire lose traction and control, and I think I started to slide. Not certain, because that eternity went by in a blur. Somehow, I managed to stay upright through this. A second or two later, I was through and riding normally again. (wearing brown jeans instead of blue) I look over to my right, and next to me is this lady in her cage, her eyes the size of them rodeo belt buckles, just staring at me in sheer terror at what she just saw.
Well, I'm getting my supplies for the new riding season coming up. I figure this time, I am gonna be sensable about it at least.
Rain gear? Check.
Tool kit? Check.
Depends undergarments? Better pick up a few more boxes...