Marianne’s Close Call

I heard it approaching, I know the sound as do a number of other people. It's a sound that can really startle you if caught off guard. The sound of a motorcycle but not just any motorcycle, it was a crotch rocket, an assassins bike, donor cycle, it was one of those bikes where it looks like the person riding it is laying on their stomach and for whatever reason whoever is on these bikes don't think the rules of the road apply to them.

Now there may be a few who do (I'm giving a few a benefit of the doubt) why do they buy these bikes in the first place? It's not for a leisurely Sunday drive on the back roads enjoying the scenery. Impossible because they can cover a 1/4 mile in 10.2 seconds which at max speed would make it 130-135 MPH.

Now, back to the real reason for this blog, I heard it approaching and looking in my rear view mirror with just barely enough time to yell out loud Oh #%*& !!!, and thinking just brace yourself, even Norman (my puppy) who was in his car seat in the front jumped up and looked into the side view mirror and watched this idiot fishtail. If he didn't Normmy and I would have had a backseat passenger. You can see from the photo just how close he was hopefully this might have put a little scare in him but I doubt it cause once the light turned green he was off again! All I can say is "Give me a Harley anytime" at least this group as a whole know the "Rules of the road."