My First VERY Close Call
Well Guys, I finally had my first near accident this weekend. It all started when i got off of work.
The weather was great outside. Very sunny with a few clouds here and there. High 50's with little wind. No rain in sight. The road was just callin me and my baby. As always I check my bike (05' yfz 600r) before I leave to make sure everything is snug. Tires:check. Lights:check. Brakes:check...and so forth.
My best routes are right outside the city on the back roads with hills and open plains, so thats where I was headin. Only problem is I have to get through the f*cking 5:00 o'clock rush to get there. This is quite literally the worst possible time to drive in my city. NO one pays attention to anyone else. They just want to get home, eat, and sit on their fat lazy asses and watch some tv. And they don't care what it takes or how wrecklessly they have to drive to get there.
On my way to the outskirts I take one of those sort-of-highways where the speed limit is 55 and there is cross traffic that has to wait to get across. Now, when cars travel on highways they usually travel in packs: a large group of cars then a giant gap until the next large group of cars. As always, I stay in front of the large group of cars as LONG as i'm traveling faster than the group! It's suicide to be mixed in with them.
While I'm cruisin down this strip thats about 5 miles long I repeatedly notice that there are cars gunnin across the crossing stops, as always, to beat the next wave of cars. I witness more than 3 times what could have been fatal t-bone accidents. Everytime, the person with the ride away (the ones on the highway) has to literally SLAM on their brakes to stop from hitting the dumb ass trying to cross. Seeing this happen repeatedly got my red flag WAY up. I'm now more cautious then normal...
...and sure enough......I'm still in front of my group coming up to the next crossing ,WITH the rideway (no stoping for the highwayers) and I see a large shiny cadallac waiting to cross on the right side. I'm thinking "now i just saw him miss his opening after the last "group" of cars passed, he's getting desperate now." The next group of cars in front of me was about 40 yards away. As soon as the last car past the cadallac he gunned it... right in front of me.... I QUICKLY turned my head around while starting to apply the brakes to warn the group of cars behind me of what was about to happen... Then it started.... I recalled all of my emergency braking I had practiced for HOURS in the parking lots, and performed one of the most important emergency stops of my life. I Pulled in the clutch and started slaming down through those gears to get to 1st while at the same time apply hard but STEADY pressure with my other foot and hand. not one time did my back tire skip or just come up completely, like it did in my earlier days of practice. Ours eyes connected as I came closer and closer upon his car... I missed him by literally a bike length. The end of his car just passed through my line of travel maybe a 1/4 of a second before I went through it. I went from 55 to 5 miles an hour in one breath... Worse part comes now. I look into my right mirror and see the other cars barreling down on me from behind. "Think fast....Think FAST....." I instantly let go of the clutch and twisted the throttle with a fast, hard snap of the wrist. Wow, right back up to 55mph... then shifted up to 2nd, then finally back to 5th.... Had I been on a liter or high end 600cc, with my experience( lack there of) I would have performed my first back flip right onto the pavement.
Within 10-15 secs. everything was back to normal. I continued right on and had on of the best rides I've ever had through my favorite backroads.
What a rush...