Scoot Commute

First really cruddy day of the winter season for commuting

Posted in Buddy St. Tropez (Franz Biberkopf), Daily Commute by sbahn on 2013/12/09

Blaaaah! I thought the streets would be ok, even though I left early (read early = less cars warming up the streets) because my street looked ok. But alas, shortly after heading out the light rain turned into a heavier frozen rain.

As I turned onto my cut-through street between Smith and Eaton, I realized I’d made a mistake and should have taken the more heavily travelled Huxley. It was ridiculously slippery, covered with snow and frozen rain.

I took the street at about 15 mph, keeping my wheels straight as can be, tracking each other. I did a quick mirror check, no one behind me, so I poked up the hill. Two guys walking around a pick-up truck did a bit of a double-take.

As I came up to the stop sign at Eaton, I could see there was no patch of non-icy roadway. To slow I rolled off the throttle and drifted toward the right. I felt the rear wheel start to slide sideways, and then, “Wha? Huh?” I looked to my left and a white Kia Sorento was barreling past me…to a stop sign!

I didn’t even have a chance to have an emotion toward the driver ‘cos I was too preoccupied with keeping the scooter upright. Thankfully playing in the dirt has given me the ability to not be concerned when a bike starts slippin’ and slidin’

Both feet down, I slid to a stop just short of the main street. The Kia pulled a right across me and zoomed off down Eaton Street. Head check, and I turned to follow. I watched him run a red light and then glue himself to the back of the car ahead. Obviously someone who is 1) late, and 2) thinks driving like a douche will get him where he needs to go quickly without sliding into another vehicle. Good luck with that.

The ride home, thankfully the temps warmed up so the streets were just wet. Nothing particularly interesting except at the very last turn, where I have to move into a turning lane to make a left, a car was driving straight toward me.

Again, calmness. I moved to the far right of my left turning lane as the minivan jerked out of my way. That’s right, little minivan, you f’d up.

4 miles…how does so much happen in four mere miles?


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