Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.1 6/24/83; site decwrl.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!bonnie!akgua!whuxlm!harpo!decvax!decwrl!dec-rhea!dec-thehut!hood From: hood@thehut.DEC (Desperately seeking old Coke) Newsgroups: net.cycle Subject: If not for the cars... Message-ID: <2892@decwrl.UUCP> Date: Tue, 25-Jun-85 13:36:39 EDT Article-I.D.: decwrl.2892 Posted: Tue Jun 25 13:36:39 1985 Date-Received: Thu, 27-Jun-85 06:10:11 EDT Sender: daemon@decwrl.UUCP Organization: DEC Engineering Network Lines: 19 I read Sean Byrne's and Darryl Richman's grizzly stories and rules with interest. After years of motorcycling in New England (home of some of the worst drivers in the western world), I've got two rules of my own. (1) WATCH THE FACES OF THE OTHER DRIVERS. *Every* other driver who isn't directly behind you. If they're looking at you, chances are they won't try to kill you. The key to staying alive on a motorcycle seems to be assuming EVERYONE on the road is going to do the worst possible thing at the worst possible moment. If they're looking elsewhere (or if they're under 18 or over 70) assume they don't see you. Beep your horn BEFORE they do something. In fact, go out today and get a set of extra loud horns. For less than $40, you can get 110dB's of attention. I don't like to think of this as paranoia, but it seems to work. (2) DON'T DRIVE A MOTORCYCLE ANYWHERE YOU DON'T LIKE TO DRIVE A CAR. Boston is a nice example. When car drivers get within 10 miles of that city, they start pretending there are no other vehicles on the road. I've lived about 25 miles northwest of Boston all my life, but I've never driven a bike in Boston. I like my life.