Now today is a grey day up here. I had been running errands throughout the day and had a total of 4, FOUR! cages try and take me off the road within the space of an hour...
Two of them we're back to back. I had to veer into oncoming traffic to avoid the side swipe, and then as I was coming back into my lane behind the bastard with my horn on the asshat in a BMW that was right behind the first one also drifted in. I came to a full stop beside him and he flipped me off. WTF????
I am always so tempted in that kind of situation to rip the freakin side mirrors off of their bloody cars or carry around a morning star like the guys from Mad Max...
Has anyone ever actually fought back? Would swatting a mirror while moving destabilize me and send me down? How hard are those things to knock off?
I doubt I'd ever actually do it but man was I tempted. It's one thing to do it and then visably apologize to me the rider or in this case, the fact my girlfriend was on the pillion but the ones that just ignore you and dick around with their stereo like they can't see how close they came to finding an irate biker following them home...
... Ok rant aside... I must admit that I was on my Ninja when all this happened and having not been on it much in the past couple of months it made me realize that of all the times this has happened, I've never actually been cut off while on my Aprilia. I know its louder and I've never been a proponent of the whole loud pipes saving lives story, (I prefer them for the visceral feel) but it makes you wonder if the maybe the Ape is safer (for me so far) due to:
1) the noise,
2) the fact that its such a beast of a machine it triggers a primal fear in people that subconsciously makes them look twice or maybe
3) Dark Tuono voodoo magic, plain and simple.
If anyone has a revenge story to soothe my ire, I'd appreciate the catharsis.