So I had a rather interesting ride home from UBC today. Normal every day type stuff until I got to Stanley Park. I make a point of not driving over the 's-curve' temporary bridge. It is just too dangerous for me.
So as I turn left and proceed under the bridge and into the construction area I am faced with a very interesting sight. Four or five construction workers are on a bench along one side of the road. In front of them is a big, brown puddle about 10' by 20'. In the middle of the road stands a cameraman and a reporter-type person. This is all in a space about one lane wide. As soon as they see me they all start shouting "IN THE PUDDLE!" Needless to say I did not drive through it. About 100 feet later I pass a truck parked at 45* to the road. Well at least I thought that it was parked. It was in fact in the process of dumping a load of gravel. As soon as I was close it jerked forward half of the way into my lane. Ever seen a VFR swerve to avoid a truck on a gravel road? Put it this way, dirtbike experience helps. Through all this I have still not yet seen hide nor hair of a traffic-type person. Eventually I get out of the park and over the lions gate ready for the best corner in the city: that 270* right-hander.
1/2 way through the turn I am fully leaned over in the left lane doing a speed that I care not to mention on a public forum. I am hanging off and having fun passing the cars in the right lane. At this point I always take a look at the lane coming from north van. I just want to make sure that no cars will want to merge into me once our lanes get together. What do I see coming from north van? Well it was white with little red and blue lights on top. So I decide to take the prudent approach and slow down a bit. I press a bit on the rear brake and start the linked brake thing. The bike wants to stand up so I have to lean out a bit more to compensate. At this point I loose sight of the white car to my left. Coming out of the turn I transition to the front brake. As I climb back onto the bike, and onto the front brakes, I find myself about 3' from the 'white' car. I look left to see a black-suited person with yellow epilates on his shoulder laughing hysterically at me from the passenger seat. Then I check my speedo … we are both now doing 35. I guess he wanted me to go first. For the rest of the way home I had an 'escort' along to make sure that didn't get into any trouble with other white cars.
A very eventful ride home, one I don't want to repeat.