Sorry this is a little long, just wanted to share - watch yourselves out there:
So yesterday I’m riding to work westbound along SE Marine Dr. I’m in the middle lane approaching the intersection at Elliot on a red light. The two left lanes have vehicles in them, the curb lane is open. There is a pickup truck just ahead of me in the curb lane. Both of us are at least half a block from the intersection. I speed up a bit, pass the truck then change to the empty curb lane. Plenty of room, I even gave him a bit extra by braking later and harder. As I sat in lane position 1 at the light, I was aware of a vehicle beside me. I turn and see the guy in the truck is hollering at me something about “fucking motorcycles drive like assholes” and he’s giving me the finger. My response: “What the fuck is your problem? In no way did I cut you off!” He pulls ahead into the intersection (turning right) still hollering at me.
Now at that point I should have let it go…however, I pulled up to his window again and was about to say something when he spits right into face – visor up. A big mouthful of goo. Now, I can take a lot of abuse without it bothering me too much. This is a requirement to ride around this city, if you let it affect you you’re in trouble. I’ve had people yell and swear at me, cut me off, even had a slurpee thrown at me. However, I’ve never had anyone spit in my face before. I lost it. I started to get off the bike with the intention of settling this the “proper” way. I’ve never been in a real fight, but was a black belt in my early 20’s, I’m sure I could hold my own – at least get a couple good hits in. Besides, he looked pretty scrawny.
Well before I could crane kick his ass, he took off up the hill. I took off after him. I wanted his plate number, and his truck looked like a work truck – maybe a drywaller – so I was hoping there was company name on the side. Anytime I tried to see the side, he would swerve and slam on his brakes trying to make me hit him. I kept following him, I wasn’t letting this go. I was hoping to run into a cop - where the hell are they when you NEED ‘em! He blew through stop signs and red lights trying to lose me. I didn’t have to do anything illegal to keep him in sight. I followed him across the city, at one point he tried to loose me in a residential area, but I managed to intercept him again. He stopped and tried to back into me. I moved out of his way. As he passed me, he threw a steering wheel club at me, which missed. Now I was in-front of him. I heard his engine revving, so I got moving. He followed me down the street, but obviously could not match my acceleration. I ducked in an alley, and he continued straight.
I headed back to Victoria Dr. looking for a gas station to clean up and call the cops. Just as I turned onto Victoria, I spotted him half a block ahead. I kept following him down Victoria / Commercial to 12th hoping for an opportunity to call the cops while keeping him in sight. I stopped behind him while he waited to turn left onto 12th. He yells at me to keep following him to the construction site, where some guys will be happy to take care of me. I told him to get the fuck out of his truck and he can take care of me himself. He turned left as soon as the light went green (no green arrow), almost taking out oncoming traffic. I waited until I could turn, and then followed him down 12th. I spotted him in a line of cars waiting to turn left but I was in the wrong lane to follow.
I decided that was enough, I’d calmed down enough to come back to my senses. But I was NOT going to let this go. He assaulted me in a most disgusting way, he tried to run me down putting my life in danger, as well as those of other motorists. I had his plate number, I’d let the VPD do their thing from here.
I’ve spoken with the VPD and given them his information, so who knows what will happen. At the very least I’d like a badge and a gun to go his his house and tell him that he can’t do shit like that or he’s going to jail. I know I it was in my power to have prevented this as well, but the spitting was too much for me, I suppose we all have our breaking point. It was the first time I’ve ever “lost it” while on the road, and I used to drive commercially – I’ve seen it all.
I got my m/c license in early Sept 2001, what a great way to finish 10 years of riding. (My first truly solo ride was supposed to be Tues, Sept 11, but I spent the day glued to the TV instead)