Windlake is the route of choice on most mornings and is also where most of my flirting takes place. It is a wide and quiet street that creates the shortest distance from my A to my B1. This morning's turn in question is this very nice and wide 100 degree turn that carries me from easterly(pre-turn) to north-northeasterly(post-turn). Keep in mind that I OWN this street because I take it close to 4 days per week. Huh!
While at the apex of the turn, I always stay out of the "curb lane" and creep to about the center of the with-traffic lane. As you can see above, dirt, gravel and glass keep not only me, but everything out of the outer "curb lane". I also stay to the left of the outer most man hole cover(again, above). Wouldn't you?
Ok. At 8:08am I exit the turn. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! I immediately look up(as if I ride looking down) to see if there is any oncoming traffic. Low and behold there is none. Wohoo! I sit up, put my arms out and looked to my left. I begin to signal the women through much like I did during my days as an Air Traffic Controller. Very sarcastically I might add due to the fact She had not only 3/4 of her lane, but the entire oncoming traffic lane as well to make a safe pass.
We spent the next 30 seconds riding side by side and barking back and forth:
Me: Make the Pass! You got the room!
Her: Curb Lane! get in the Curb lane!
Me: "Put that cigarette out and both your hands on the wheel!"
Her: Oh Yeah! keep in mind I am riding no handed :)
She stormed off hoping to never to see me again. Well, as fate would have it. I stroll up to a red light only two intersections later. There she was - round 2.
I place my hand on the her door and lean into her open window:
"Why on earth to need to pass me on the inside of a turn?!?!"
She replies: "This is why I hate you guys, you think you own the road!"
Well. I am pretty sure I wasn't at fault for riding the way I was. I am certain she wasn't at fault either for beeping her horn. I put it as, we both just needed to let off a little bit steam. And that is how my morning ended.
Nice
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Loved the slightly unfortunate story. We need more of these anecdotes...you know, to get more of a glimpse into the commuter life. See you this weekend.
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