Close Encounters With A Crotch Rocket
So I was driving home from the Erie County Fair Friday night on the 290. It’s after dark, and I hear this high-pitched whine, and I’m trying to figure out what it is when between me and a car I was passing, a guy on a motorcycle flies by going 90-100 mph. He was between the two cars…not in a lane…on the line.
And I’m thinking what an idiot.
And less than 30 seconds later...same scenario...another idiot does the same thing. With just a couple inches of clearance going 90 to 100 miles an hour. If I drifted two to three inches to my right, either one of those guys is history.
And we wonder why so many motorcycle riders get killed?
It’s just a matter of time. Their days are numbered. The clock is ticking.
And then we call them victims of a motorcycle crash?
They’re not victims...they’re idiots.
The victims are the ones they leave behind…the wives...the kids...the friends...those are the victims.
It wasn’t too long ago that two motorcyclists were killed on the 290 when they wiped out while trying to outrun a trooper, who ironically had given up the chase because they were going so fast.
And I’m sure these idiots infuriate the motorcyclists who drive defensively and with care, not only for themselves but those around them. Tick, tick, tick, tick.