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koolaid_kid
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Saturday I was returning from the rally on my GS1100E. I had just spent an hour riding through some significant rain. It was no longer raining, but the roads were wet. I was on I74, approaching the intersection of I74 and 465. The road y-ed, 465s on the left, 465n on the right (my lane), with no one in front of me. On my left (465s lane), ahead of me, was a convoy of car, car, 16 wheeler, car, 16 wheeler, car.
Something did not look right to me, so I held off and stayed behind them. A beat up Celica then decided to pull in behind me and try to push me. I resisted, still feeling uneasy about the convoy. Sure enough, the trailing 16 wheeler went over the solid white lines right into my lane, just a little in front of me. If I had accelerated as I should have, or let the Celica push me, I would have been right beside the 16 wheeler, out of his line of vision.
Whew. After merging with 465n, the Celica whipped past me, obviously miffed at my not allowing him to push me. Tough, buddy.
Something did not look right to me, so I held off and stayed behind them. A beat up Celica then decided to pull in behind me and try to push me. I resisted, still feeling uneasy about the convoy. Sure enough, the trailing 16 wheeler went over the solid white lines right into my lane, just a little in front of me. If I had accelerated as I should have, or let the Celica push me, I would have been right beside the 16 wheeler, out of his line of vision.
Whew. After merging with 465n, the Celica whipped past me, obviously miffed at my not allowing him to push me. Tough, buddy.