I was on my way home at lunch taking my favorite shortcut when dumb ass popped up in front of me. I was cresting a small hill in 3rd gear getting ready to tackle a neat little two stage curve when there in front of me was a car turning around in the middle of the curve.
What? Not only is it a 2 lane but he's in the middle of a freaking curve! I grabbed both brakes with the back locking up. It seems like the back brake locks up easily on our bikes. I had to feather it and chunk down through the gears at the same time. The back of his car is hanging over the edge of the road on my side. I can't go left because he's probably going to pull forward to try to get out of the way. Lucky for me there was about a 15 foot strip of grass on my right side that was reasonably flat. I was probably still doing about 25 when I sailed off onto it, feathering the heck out of the back brake so as not to lose it. I'm glad I spent all those years on a dirt bike. I hung on to it and even managed to turn back onto the road while he was still getting turned around.
He rolled the side window down like he was going to apologize for being a dumb ass. I already had my kickstand down and was not only ready but more than willing to kick his ass. I jumped off my bike and was hoping he would get out of his car. Obviously my end of the conversation was seriously profound or perhaps profane. Like a chickenshit dumb ass he hauled ass.
I got his tag number and stopped at our local police station. It turns out it didn't match the car.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr you just can't fix stupid.
Hutch