Passes & Canyons Blog

Cars and motorcycles really can coexist on the road–you just have to pay attention.

The light turned green and both lanes of traffic pulled forward and then left. As I swung my Kawasaki Concours from the right-hand lane of one street through the arc and into the right-hand lane of the other I saw a common sight. A driver in the left-hand lane swung through the curve but then started moving to the right.

Of course he didn’t turn his head to see if the lane he was moving into was clear, and of course it wasn’t. I was there. I made sure to get out of his way and blared my horn at him. He looked in his mirror to see this motorcycle right at his rear bumper, realized what he had done, and waved sheepishly in apology.

Just another day on the road for me. I’ve had this particular situation occur at this particular intersection more times than I can count. That’s not to say it doesn’t happen at other intersections as well. It does. It also happens driving straight down the road. People think it’s sufficient to check their mirrors, and that a head check is not necessary, and they are wrong. Bikers learn that they need to ride as if they were invisible, because they might as well be.

The problem is blind spots. Everyone knows you’ve got a blind spot where a vehicle pulling alongside you is not visible in your mirrors. And every motorcyclist knows that their bike is small enough to get completely lost in that blind spot. We compensate by throttling through it a quickly as possible, keeping a close eye on the vehicle we’re passing in the process, ready to react at the slightest indication of trouble.

But sometimes that’s not an option. Sometimes you’re on the highway in rush-hour traffic, creeping along with cars and trucks on both sides. In that situation you’re constantly, inevitably in and out of somebody’s blind spot almost all the time. And when this dude to your left decides he wants to be in your lane and doesn’t do a head check to see if the lane is really clear, you’d better have good reflexes. By the time you’ve grabbed the brakes, swerved to safety, and then gotten stabilized it’s usually too late to blow your horn so the fool doesn’t even know he almost killed you. He’d just wonder, “Why is that guy on that bike blowing his horn?”

I know a lot of riders who respond to this by simply not riding in traffic unless it’s absolutely unavoidable. They’ll get on their bikes and head straight out of town. You call them up to go for a ride and they’ll only agree to meet you somewhere that does not involve them coming across town.

That’s not me. I ride everywhere, on all kinds of roads, in all kinds of traffic. You’d better believe I ride defensively. And if someone encroaches on my space I’m quick with the horn. I want them to know they screwed up. In that situation at the intersection, that driver and I were going the same route for several miles. In the repositioning that constantly goes on in traffic we found ourselves a few miles later with me in the left lane and him in the right lane. I was watching him closely and I saw that he wanted to move left. I also saw that he turned his head to see where I was, turned on his turn signal, and then waited until I slowed down to open up space for him before he pulled over.

That wasn’t so hard, was it?

Update
I had intended to head out to the Dirty Dogs Roadhouse on Saturday to check out the first of these monthly swap meets but then Sunday morning as I was thinking about what I would write about this week it dawned on me that I had totally forgotten it. Oops. I’ll try again next month.

Biker Quote for Today

Riding a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive.

What if that blue Honda suddenly–and quickly–moved into the lane to its left? That’s how it was for me except there weren’t all these other bikes ahead of me.

On Thursday last week I took my first ride after more than two months, thanks to bypass surgery, and it was not without its very own moment of excitement.

My timing (bad timing) was such that I was homeward bound up I-25 in the middle of rush hour. There was a bit of stop and go but mostly we were moving pretty well. Of course, you know how it is in that kind of traffic. If you want to change lanes you need to act quickly when the opportunity presents itself. And a woman in a Nissan Altima did just that.

I’m sure she looked in her mirror and saw an opening and jumped on it. What I’m also sure she did not do was to do a head check–turn her head to see for sure that the lane was clear and nobody was in her blind spot. And guess who, at that particular instant, was indeed in her blind spot.

So I’m cruising along trying to maintain a distance between myself and the car in front of me so I’m not constantly braking and accelerating and with no warning whatsoever this car next to me starts moving decisively into my lane . . . which is where I am. We were probably going between 30 and 40 miles an hour and I had to brake hard to let her get ahead of me. I braked hard enough that I nearly stalled the bike and with no speed the bike started to lay down, such that I put my left foot out to hold us up. Plus, this meant I was veering into the adjacent lane to my left.

I got it all stabilized and got moving again and I could hear the guy behind me blowing his horn long and loud. I knew he wasn’t blowing it at me, but at the woman who cut in on me. After a moment I was able to move into the right lane and I sped up to pull alongside her. I shook my fist at her and blew my horn, and meanwhile the guy who had been behind me–a guy in a CDOT tow truck–was right behind her blowing his horn. She just stared straight ahead: I see nothing. I hear nothing.

Then a minute later the tow truck guy pulled up alongside me and rolled his window down, yelling to ask if I was OK. I gave him a thumbs up and a nod of thanks.

So yeah, first ride after being off the bike awhile and already some excitement. I only wonder if I would have been more alert to the intention of this driver if I hadn’t been away from riding for so long. I’ll never know, but that’s all the more reason I want to get in a good 1,000 miles this month before we take off on this Canada trip. I always want to be at the top of my game when I’ve got Judy on behind me.

Biker Quote for Today

Don’t fear dying, fear not living.