Maybe the title best puts the experience I had on the road today. But, I still have to put it out there and because I am still experiencing the experience.
I went out for a few hours today with another local rider, Jens Brabbit. We quickly hightailed out of Minnesota and snaked our way through the crazy roads of Wisconsin. Coming back the road that goes into Minnesota via the interstate bridge we had a 4-door car pull up to us. As expected the fingers flew and the profanity rained down on our ears. But it went on too long. I flew the finger and said, "get the f$%# out of here." They took off with fingers still flying. About a mile down the road they turned into a Fish and Wildlife refuge parking area. Halfway there ourselves I told Jens to watch out for some stupid ambush. As we got close to the turn into the parking lot the car came up and the driver got out. He chased both Jens and I out into the oncoming lane while yelling, "I am going to kill you!" A couple of race specific moves and we were out of there. We got onto the small bridge that has a barriered wall on the oncoming side of the road. I turned too late to get on it and I though Jens had made it over, but we were both on the shoulder of the other side of the bridge. I heard the car squeal out and the roar of it coming from behind. I looked back briefly to see Jens, the car coming over both lanes and onto the shoulder, and no way out. I looked back foward and heard Jens yell out, "Watch out Ian!" What could I do? I heard the car roar up behind me. What can you do? I loosened my grip on the bars, thought to myself "no way," and closed my eyes ready for it to happen. I thought that was it right there, on the opposite shoulder from the flow of traffic on a bridge into Minnesota on March 19th, 2007 at around 6:02pm, I was going to die.
We joke about it all the time. "I almost died, we could have died, man this, man that." No, I almost died. I give it a flip of the coin at best for my odds.
The car came by at a speed that Jens and I figure to be around 80 mph. Jens figured he was within 6-inches of plowing me over. Luckily, years of dealing with this dumbness has taught me to get a license plate. Remember the moment. Well, I got that piece of crap's license plate. I got his car, its contents, his plate, his description, State of orgin, and we took that 3-minutes later right to the Police station.
Now what? We wait and hope this this mofo gets caught. I will pursue this one until he does. I almost died today, no exaggerations, this crap out on the road has got to stop. I can assure you, someone is going to get killed.
Be safe out there guys and gals. Put that helmet on and be sure to say, "I love you" to your loved ones when you pedal out that door. Why? because it can be just that much closer than it was to me today and it is all done.
I am still trying to capture my thoughts prior to the car's arrival. I know I am still shaking. I know I am drawing blanks on this one. Was this guy crazy enough to do it? Had I met a guy who was crazy enough to do it? A lot of thoughts going through your head at a million miles per hour...........Damn man, why? -Ian