Today, whilst sitting at one of my prized and varied haunts, I had occasion to witness a failure to yield. Not to me, mind you, but rather between two motorists at a T-intersection controlled by stop signs.
How many times have you waited your allotted time at a stop sign only to have some clueless moron (or downright jackass) jump ahead of you? Yeah…me, too. How many times have you thrown up your hands and said to yourself, “Dammit! There’s never a cop around!” Believe it or not…me, too.
Consequently, when I witnessed that very thing today in uniform upon my motor, I got to see the range of emotions from the “victim car”.
Picture this: a T-intersection with the top of the T running west/east and the the base north/south. Two cars approach the stop sign controlled intersection westbound. A third approaches southbound. The first car westbound stops and then goes.
Quick…whose turn is it next???
Yup, the southbound. She begins to enter the intersection…only to have the second westbound driver jump ahead of her. This all happened within seconds, by the way. At any rate, I saw the woman driving southbound throw up her hands in veritable disgust and I damn near saw one of those cartoon balloons pop up above her head with this inside:
“Seriously?!? What a jerk! How come there’s never a cop arou…oh! There’s one!”
At which point, our hero fires up the bike, hits the lights and rides by to cheers and beautiful, fainting women. Well, not exactly, but she did smile, wave and say, “Thanks!” Close enough, right?
Sometimes, it’s just nice to feel justified and to see that look of appreciation on someone’s face. Mostly, when I’m not behind them, but the point remains…