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Well, it wasn't my most dangerous or violent encounter, but it was an episode nonetheless. CiscoSanJose recommended always having a GoPro cam onboard to record fun situations like this, and I've been adhering to his policy for the most part. Regrettably, not today. Today would've produced some sweet home video.
Working from home today to prep for a hearing tomorrow with the Feds: BATFE. Not in the best mood, as you can imagine. Rolled out to get a new bag of coffee for the french press. First, I blazed onto the main drag out of my neighborhood and was greeted by a motorcycle cop several blocks down. Shot me with his radar gun. Good thing the Grom was only at 35mph and I throttled back! Thank God this thing is slow. Moto unit gave me a look as I drove by. Probably wanted to pull me over just to talk about the Grom. He was on his Harley Road King.
Took the long way to get coffee. Scenic route across the waterfront parks. Got onto the street where the coffee shop is and was sitting at a stop light. Two lanes of traffic. I was in the left lane since the coffee shop was a block up on the left. As the light turns green, I accelerate and up on my right comes a big black Chevy Suburban! He's not even in a lane. He's in the space where cars are usually parallel parked! He sees cars parked on the street coming up by the coffee place and has nowhere to go but into me. I'm in my lane. He's in my lane. Car is in the lane to the right of me. Nowhere to go. Mad Max Road Warrior time! Gas it up and BURN IT DOWN!
So, Max has to split the lane whilst punching the Suburban with his Oakley carbor-fiber-knuckled shooting gloves, with index and thumb removed to ensure proper trigger control. I speed ahead in 2nd gear and get out of the way. At the next light the guy is one car back and in the left lane. I really have nothing more to do but to stare him down and shrug my shoulders. He waves an apologetic hand-- as if it would've only been a simple fender bender-- and NOT me being flattened by a 2.5 ton behemoth. I'm sure my infant son would've appreciated that.
I resisted the urge to dismount and get violent. I'm working on anger management.
So, I'm happy to be home with my son napping peacefully upstairs-- enjoying a cup of black coffee. But there I was... just minding my own business in my own lane. Would've been a great video. Sorry to disappoint. Cisco: I will never leave home without the camera again, brother!
Evan
Working from home today to prep for a hearing tomorrow with the Feds: BATFE. Not in the best mood, as you can imagine. Rolled out to get a new bag of coffee for the french press. First, I blazed onto the main drag out of my neighborhood and was greeted by a motorcycle cop several blocks down. Shot me with his radar gun. Good thing the Grom was only at 35mph and I throttled back! Thank God this thing is slow. Moto unit gave me a look as I drove by. Probably wanted to pull me over just to talk about the Grom. He was on his Harley Road King.
Took the long way to get coffee. Scenic route across the waterfront parks. Got onto the street where the coffee shop is and was sitting at a stop light. Two lanes of traffic. I was in the left lane since the coffee shop was a block up on the left. As the light turns green, I accelerate and up on my right comes a big black Chevy Suburban! He's not even in a lane. He's in the space where cars are usually parallel parked! He sees cars parked on the street coming up by the coffee place and has nowhere to go but into me. I'm in my lane. He's in my lane. Car is in the lane to the right of me. Nowhere to go. Mad Max Road Warrior time! Gas it up and BURN IT DOWN!
So, Max has to split the lane whilst punching the Suburban with his Oakley carbor-fiber-knuckled shooting gloves, with index and thumb removed to ensure proper trigger control. I speed ahead in 2nd gear and get out of the way. At the next light the guy is one car back and in the left lane. I really have nothing more to do but to stare him down and shrug my shoulders. He waves an apologetic hand-- as if it would've only been a simple fender bender-- and NOT me being flattened by a 2.5 ton behemoth. I'm sure my infant son would've appreciated that.
I resisted the urge to dismount and get violent. I'm working on anger management.
So, I'm happy to be home with my son napping peacefully upstairs-- enjoying a cup of black coffee. But there I was... just minding my own business in my own lane. Would've been a great video. Sorry to disappoint. Cisco: I will never leave home without the camera again, brother!
Evan