01-07-2017, 06:01 AM
As a boxer leaps out of his corner ready to engage his opponent at the sound of the bell, so the Jeep suddenly jumped forward almost immediately after the rider sounded his horn. Now he knew that the previously stopped driver crossing from his right had neither saw nor heard him as he approached the intersection. His brain began the speed-of-light calculations for action that most people call instinct. His eyes twitched back and forth, scanning for the information he needed. His left hand pressed forward 0n the hand-grip, moving his bike further left than he had already moved it in reaction to his inexplicable intuition that the vehicle would not remain stopped, now into the opposing and completely empty lane. He snapped his right wrist downward, the throttle rolling counterclockwise in his gloved hand. He also, for reasons still unknown to him, crouched into something resembling a motorcycle racer's "tuck" position, lowering his chest toward the tank and positioning his chin just inches above the handlebar. His bike smoothly rounded the front end of the SUV, now blocking about 3/4 of his lane. He pressed on his right hand, retook his center-left position in the proper lane, and continued true on his route.
He, like any good street motorcyclists would, took no small degree of satisfaction that his intuition and instincts where up to the test just presented and then wondered, like all good street motorcyclists wondered (though seldom aloud), would they be up to the next one?
He, like any good street motorcyclists would, took no small degree of satisfaction that his intuition and instincts where up to the test just presented and then wondered, like all good street motorcyclists wondered (though seldom aloud), would they be up to the next one?