08-21-2020, 01:24 AM
Last year, early summer in Va Beach, I had just got off work and was sitting at an intersection on my CBR600RR. There were two cars in front of me waiting for the light to change. Light goes green, I wait for the two cars in front to start moving. The car in front of me hadn't even moved yet, and I felt a bump from behind. Something felt odd, and I couldn't lean the bike over. I look behind me, and I'm staring straight into the grille of a black Lincoln Navigator. I slapped the hood and yelled at the guy to back up so I could actually get off and set the bike on its stand. The front bumper was sitting on top of the rear tire, locking the bike in place. Astounded how someone didn't notice a guy with a fluorescent yellow helmet and extremely loud sportbike in front of them, I walked over to his window, didn't know what else to do but to call him stupid, and told him to pay more attention next time.