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Quick turn. 1/12/2007

I’m now into my third day of enforced driving, since fracturing the foot on New Year’s day.  I have been loathing this with a vengeance, sitting there for hours, inching along the road, while bikes zoom past on either side of me.  To say that I’m envious would be putting it mildly.  I’ve wasted 8 hours of life, in the last 3 days, just sitting in traffic.  That’s one man day.

I was sitting in the car this evening on the commute home, zoning out, listening to Linkin Park.  In front of me was a Toyota, being driven by a young girl.  She was wanting to change lanes, and I backed off a little, in case she stopped suddenly.  The traffic was moving slowly, and came to stop.  The cars in the left lane were still moving slowly.  I glanced in the mirror, and saw a gap coming in the traffic.  She was looking in her mirror, and obviously saw the gap too.

However, the rest of her view was blocked by the bulk of the truck, and what I could see, and she didn’t, was a motorcycle coming along at a fast clip between the cars.  And not just any ordinary motorcycle either.  The gap came up to her, and she turned her wheel to the left very suddenly, and jumped the gap in the traffic.  At precisely the same time a traffic policeman on his police motorcycle slammed right into her left door and crumpled it.

The bike fell over, and the policeman hit the ground.  I could see the shock on the face of the girl, her mouth formed into a giant ‘O’.  I put on the hazard lights, and got out of the truck.  I walked over to the accident, and helped the cop get to his feet.  I started waving cars around the wreckage.  I looked at the cop.  He was furious.  He stomped over the the driver’s side of the car, and promptly started shouting at her.

I walked over next to the cop, and put a hand on his arm.  He stopped, and then asked if I could help him pick his bike up.  I did so, and the girl pulled her car over to the side of the road.  He thanked me, and then walked back to the car, his citation book in hand.  I shrugged my shoulders, and climbed back into the truck, and prepared to drive off.

As I drove past, I saw the cop writing in his book, and the girl sitting there in tears.

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1. Gary Charpentier - 1/13/2007

Damn. I’m driving right now too, but no drama like that.

Heal quickly, bro. Cages are death.

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