I had other prior arrangements, so I was not able to ride on
Sat, so I rode the route yesterday.
Coming back into Forest Grove, I missed the Blooming Hill
turn and proceeded straight on 10th street through Cornelius.
I would then continue straight and pick back up the route on
Long. I’m already in a sad mood, just due to the location
I’m ridding north on 10th, within eye sight of
Long, when I get almost clipped by a big truck with extra wide tires, and a
snapping dog in the back.
Scared the (insert
expletive here) out of me. Now you
who know me, would say (I hope) that I’m a nice guy and usually don’t lash out.
NOT THIS TIME!! I gain my balance, and by this time the
truck is about 10 – 20 yards away. Up
comes the one fingered salute.
The truck pulls over! I now realize that the driver was
watching to see what I was going to do because he pulled over.
Out comes this due, big chaw in his mouth. I make my up to him. The conversation goes like this…
<Man with Chaw> What
was the finger for
<Me> You gotta give me more
room
<Man with Chaw> Does this look like a bike lane? I pay taxes to drive my car on this road not
for you to ride your bike.
<Me> What makes you think that I don’t
pay taxes?
<Ma with Chaw> I pay taxes for bike
paths, I’m not about to pull out into oncoming traffic and risk my life for
you.
<Me> Then I need you to slow
down
The conversation from here gets intermingled and I decide
not to push, as he is getting visibly upset and I’m not in the mood to fight,
so I let him walk away.
So, be careful out there.
There are still jackasses on the road!