Post by grocerygetter on Sept 16, 2011 16:01:13 GMT -6
Doing 40-45mph thru a stupid confusing intersection in town on the way home, both hands on both brakes. I'm on the hwy, cross traffic has stop signs.
White pickup waiting to make a right turn in front of me.
Grey Infinity waiting on the left to come out on front of me.
Steady traffic in both my direction and opposite direction.
White pickup coming from the right lurches out then stops - I'm looking right at him.
Grey Infinity on the left sees a small break in my oncoming traffic - squeals out across the intersection to turn left in front of me.
Split second for my brakes - I squeal a bit and move over near the shoulder to be beside him.
In a second he goes from burning out to burning in - sees me beside him and nails the brakes and steers into the oncoming traffic. Nice maneuver buddy.
I never stopped, still moving, but let him get back into my lane and out of harms way. Then he nails it again to get back in front of me and out of oncoming traffic.
Few hundred feet later he pulls off the road on the shoulder - I guess to clean his pants.
I carry on home another mile, pour a whiskey and cranberry and go check the hot tub.
I didn't feel threatened in the least even though I squealed down from 40+ to about 10mph.
I wouldn't really call it a close call because I was in complete control, even though this guy made a boo-boo and pulled out essentially right beside me smoking his tires.
But had this been a Monday after work, maybe I wouldn't have been on the ball quite as much - like I said before - stuff happens.
I'm capable of being on the ball and controlling a situation, I'm also capable of having a hard day at work and thinking about the butt-head that still owes me $1500 for his scooter that I "helped" him buy and hasn't paid for - while I'm going thru a busy intersection.
White pickup waiting to make a right turn in front of me.
Grey Infinity waiting on the left to come out on front of me.
Steady traffic in both my direction and opposite direction.
White pickup coming from the right lurches out then stops - I'm looking right at him.
Grey Infinity on the left sees a small break in my oncoming traffic - squeals out across the intersection to turn left in front of me.
Split second for my brakes - I squeal a bit and move over near the shoulder to be beside him.
In a second he goes from burning out to burning in - sees me beside him and nails the brakes and steers into the oncoming traffic. Nice maneuver buddy.
I never stopped, still moving, but let him get back into my lane and out of harms way. Then he nails it again to get back in front of me and out of oncoming traffic.
Few hundred feet later he pulls off the road on the shoulder - I guess to clean his pants.
I carry on home another mile, pour a whiskey and cranberry and go check the hot tub.
I didn't feel threatened in the least even though I squealed down from 40+ to about 10mph.
I wouldn't really call it a close call because I was in complete control, even though this guy made a boo-boo and pulled out essentially right beside me smoking his tires.
But had this been a Monday after work, maybe I wouldn't have been on the ball quite as much - like I said before - stuff happens.
I'm capable of being on the ball and controlling a situation, I'm also capable of having a hard day at work and thinking about the butt-head that still owes me $1500 for his scooter that I "helped" him buy and hasn't paid for - while I'm going thru a busy intersection.
