Riding to work last Friday morning, I had just dropped my fiancé off at her office and was riding the short three blocks through DC to mine. The street was two lanes with a double yellow down the middle; oncoming traffic was stopped behind a woman in a Buick who was waiting to turn illegally into a parking garage on my side of the street. Honestly she was looking right at me as I approached at less than 25 MPH and then she just went, it happened so fast, I was right there in front of her with no chance to maneuver or stop, and then… she stopped! She missed me! I never would have had a chance, but she stopped. It made me nauseous, it was so close. Literally. I got to the parking garage in my building and had the shakes. I’ve been a licensed rider for 34 years but that moment made me re-appreciate that as riders we can’t trust anyone. I know that statistics indicate that a majority of us get nailed from oncoming traffic turning left in front of us, it’s happened to me countless times – but each time I’ve seen it coming and never trusted the driver, each time I’ve avoided the problem by slowing, flashing my headlight, maneuvering around, or changing my line to avoid the car. Not this time. I had eye contact and acknowledgement from the woman in the car, or so I thought. I don’t know what brain fart caused her to jump, nor do I know why she stopped, but I’m glad she did. Brothers, draw a collective sigh, I got lucky, I hope ya’ll do to. And yes, I was wearing my helmet and my gear but there’s no gear that would have protected me from the grill of that Buick. Thank you God…
-Jim
-Jim