I almost got deaded

Coincidink?

Yesterday my wife and I were walking along a sidewalk, two stripes painted next to the road. We come to an intersection and a Jeep Cherokee to our left is turning right. The asshat driver is looking left and turning right to the road we're on. He never looked right! He turned too sharp and headed straight down the sidewalk, missed the road by two or three feet. My wife dove out of the way and at the instant he looked straight, I was at his headlight pounding on his hood. He slammed on the brakes, corrected his line and took off.

He is an upper level manager, never said anything, no "Sorry 'bout that" emails, what a dick. He knows who we are, my wife used to work for him.

Just wasn't our turn I guess.

Dan

It's good you didn't get hit by that Dodge as I hear they're Ram Tough.

Dan, I'm glad you were both OK.

Last night, all my dreams were like this:

Wow, glad you're ok.

You were much more civil than I would've been haha. I wouldn't have said "your blindspot, thanks for not killing me." I would've sounded like "I came from where people can ##^@ drive! Thanks for apologizing for almost killing me @&^@)!^(@&%(@&R&@^!(I&!%^$&@^%I%#)%@(&!!!!"

Haha, Irish temper.

I was in a head-on accident on the freeway once. I didn't see the other car cross the median until it was about 10 feet ahead of my front bumper, sideways and skidding toward me. No white lights, no replay of my life. Just enough time to think "This is probably going to suck" and then a big hit. I was in a Mercury Mystique, and while it wasn't much of a car, everyone in the car walked away unhurt.

914Driver wrote: He is an upper level manager,

spitfirebill wrote: Flashback! Way back about 1977 I was sitting at a redlight (stoplight for you northerners) in Florence, SC waiting for a very short left turn arrow. I had my foot on the gas pedal, but was holding the truck with the brake. This was a 76 Ford F-150 that had a habit of sputtering sometimes when you gave it the gas. Light changed and for some reason I did not let go the brake. Just after that two empty logging trucks racing through downtown passed by my bow. After they passed, I completed the turn and pulled over. I may have crapped my pants. I was wondering what my wife would have done when they told her I was deaded. Of course she would have been left a very rich widow due to our company insurance at the time.

Log trucks are driven by nut jobs and whack-a-loons. (appologies to anyone here who drives log trucks, but, well, you know what I mean). I get run off the road sometimes snaking my we through the mountains in the Idaho panhandle. I'd like to see them on a road course.

This post flashed through my mind this morning as a Ford F150 being driven by a dumbass came 1" from severely hurting me in my Civic (I am not one to exagerate). He decided shoulder checking was for sissies and would pull out into my lane at 60km/h to avoid the pile of traffic turning left. It just so happened the door of my car was level with where his front bumper was. I don't believe I would be here writing this (probably in a hospital) if not for myself noticing my oncoming doom and very quickly lane changing into the next lane (thank GOD nobody was there!). I followed the guy, gave him a piece of my mind. Nearly smashed out his side window, I was furious! I don't think I've dropped the f-bomb that much think every second word And I had an exam to write in 15 minutes, not a good way to start the day!

HiTempguy wrote: He decided shoulder checking was for sissies and would pull out into my lane at 60km/h to avoid the pile of traffic turning left.

While that situation is certainly no laughing matter, you reminded me of this, which is perhaps not such an exaggeration after all.

One time I was driving my bike down a fast slopping turn in San Diego when I notice an SV650 taking the turn going 65-70mph, well not to be outdone I hit the gas. Well I came into the turn a little quicker than I wanted and missed the apex. Well I got into the marbles on the side of the road doing 55mph going around a turn next to the concrete median. I thought I was going to eat it and there were cars behind me, I was somehow able to get out of the marbles and thank god I did. It is not fun fish tailing down hill on a bike, but it taught me never to play catch-up.