Riding the motorcycle to work is trying enough at times. I can handle the traffic. I can handle traffic in the rain, even. But I really hate fog. And since my car is in the shop, I had no choice this morning.
The weather report didn't say anything about fog. I didn't even realise how bad it was untilI made it to the highway on-ramp. By then it was too late.
I was almost run off the road three times on my way in. Drivers not bothering to look before changing lanes. Typical, but even more dangerous because of the limited visibility. And there was one accident, not twelve feet away from me.
An SUV went from the far right lane, cut directly in front of me in the middle lane, and continued across to the far left lane. It cut off a pickup truck which rear-ended it with a jarring, metallic 'crunch' noise, and lots of tires screeching. It was all so sudden. One moment the SUV is tot he right, the next it is zipping right in front of me and over to the left without slowing. Then boom.
I avoided the lurching SUV and got out of there. It scard the hell out of me. I think I burned up the luck from the last four-leaf clover I found. But I am safe. For whatever that is worth.
I didn't look back. I didn't stop to help or bear witness. I just kept going.
Took me a few miles to get my hands to stop shaking.
Took me until the next idiot that cut me off five miles later to shake me out of it all together.
What's odd is that I feel like I should have stopped. And I didn't. I know I was not in the least responsible for the crash. But still...
And now that I've finally written this out, it just feels like I am whinging. =P
