I face a lot of crap from male motorists on the road, by virtue of being a female driver. Now, much as I hate female drivers, just like the rest of us, I don't consider myself to be too bad at driving. In fact, one year on the road has taught me a lot about what not to do. Like not ram my bike into men who were speaking to someone on their handsfree and not passing lewd comments at me. And not try to overtake a vehicle more than three times your vehicle's size from the right (some sort of CAT vehicle I believe).
So these days I don't even drive at 80. When I say drive, of course, I mean ride: my scooter. I maintain a cool 40, allowing male egotists to overtake me especially after I've managed to overtake them. I put it down to the theory of the deflation of their balls (testicles, for the stupid) by having been overtaken by a woman. And why must I begrudge them their reproductive abilities, eh?
I keep shut while they keep honking behind me, even if they're going even slower than I am and the road is packed anyway and there would be no way I could go forward or give them way unless my poor bike acquired aerodynamic abilities and flew. Several times, indeed, I would wish it did. Right into the face of the impatient bastard behind me.
I try not to overtake people. Of course, if it's some senile motorist going at 20, I have no choice. I most especially have no choice if the car in front of me insists on braking every 2 seconds. It's either overtake or go flying and this time, without the bike. For my part, I try to use the brake the least, choosing instead to reduce acceleration. Learn from me, people.
So all I ask is that when people want to suddenly come into my lane before me, when I'm already driving at a steady speed, just to take a left or a right is that they use their goddam indicators. But no. They'd rather crash into my lane, make me squeeze on my already overused brakes and then yell at me if their side mirror grazes against mine. AT LEAST MY QUICK THINKING SAVED US ALL FROM DYING IN A MANGLED MIX OF METAL AND FLESH YOU BASTARD!
But then, what do I know; I'm just a woman.
5 people are racking their wee brains on this one:
Thank god!
I never graduated from my modest little bicycle to the motorbike:)
Sometimes I do envy the blokes zipping on their bikes with their girlfriends pillion-riding for company.(:)
I can see that you like to deal with those who are not so fortunate as far as testicular fortitude is concerned on the road. Here's a honk to those who would rather run those bastards over with a truck!
Ah well, mahesh, it's easier for men on the road than for the women so feel free to graduate any old time.
And Raghu, many's the time when those with insecurities regarding ball size have eaten dust. Muhaha.
Today, for the first time ever, I crashed my bike.
I crashed my bike because two fucking morons of near-teenage kids walked right into my path, ignoring my horn, apparently intent on committing suicide under my wheels.
I was too close to brake in time. I tried an emergency lefty swerve, just missed the nearer kid, slalomed over loose wet gravel, and went down - and the bike fell on me.
My leather jacket saved me from losing a hell of a lot of skin; my full face helmet (lucky that I always preferred the full face) saved not just my head but my facial skin. But I damn near dislocated my shoulder, my right ankle is swollen to double size from the sprain; and my right knee lost just about all its skin.
The problem was that I didn't have time to think. If I'd seen in time that they were kids, not humans, I'd have driven right into them and saved myself.
God, I need to get me a leather jacket. Hope you feel better soon, Bill, accidents always get me so shaken up. Not to mention the ripped trousers.
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