I’ll be the first to admit that I am not the safest biker ever. I often don’t wear a helmet, and I always go too fast. But I draw a line with my recklessness at biking at night.
Last night on my way home from a friends place, I encountered not one, but three young punks biking along the wrong side of the road. Not only were they without a helmet or reflectors, but they were dressed completely in black or very dark clothing, and one idiot even had earphones in! Fantastic idea that! Lets bike invisibly into oncoming traffic while disabling the second most important sense for safe navigation!
It might not have been so bad if it were not for the fact that I was driving Orlando, an ’87 chevy, 20 feet long, made entirely out of steel, and handling on par with a drunken bear. If one of those guys were to catch me off guard, there would be no way for me to swerve out of they way. I would have to plow them over, and if there is one thing that massive old truck is good for, its plowing things over.
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