Just a few minutes ago I was riding my motorcycle back from Vancouver, where I was running some errands. On SR500 I was riding in the left lane, matching the speed of the congested traffic, when all of a sudden the truck to my right started changing into my lane. I beeped and moved over onto the shoulder to avoid getting squished. The truck, more than halfway into my lane, moved back over into his own lane and I made eye contact with the driver. I'm sure you already guessed, but he was on his cell phone.
I yelled at him to get off his damn cell phone and threw one hand up in the air at him. My tinted face shield was down, so he couldn't hear me or see my face, but I'm sure he got the message. In fact, he got it so well that he decided he was going to come back over into my lane anyway just to teach me a lesson. Shame on ME for being in his lane when he needs to get over! I didn't budge out of the lane, but I slowed way down and so did he. In a few seconds he is yelling some kind of obscenities at me and I let him go in front of me.
He immediately pulled into the left turn lane at the next signal, and I followed him, then stopped behind him at the red light. I didn't need to turn there, I was just curious to see where he was going -- thinking about calling the cops. He got out of his truck and started walking back to me, practically pulling up his sleeves like he is going to fight. I didn't need that, so I pulled back out into traffic, thought a moment about kicking the passenger side of his truck, then decided it would be a bad idea. I was out of there.
So if anyone in Vancouver spots a white Lincoln MK LT four-door truck with wide tires, a diamond-plate utility box in the bed and no license plates, please flip him off for me!
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