I always try to plan an escape plan but yesterday I found myself in a spot where my inattention could have really done me in.
A cager going like hell in a tuner turned left in front of me with tires screeching, barely holding traction, almost hit the curb. He missed hitting me head-on by just a few feet and I would not be here now if he had.
There I sat, at a light, looking for something in my pocket! I never take the bike out of gear-and ****** sure won't again! Had I been in gear like normal, I would have had enough time to accelerate to my left becuase I heard his screeching tires 2 or 3 seconds before he crested the hill. I had that feeling my guardian angel was tapping me on the shoulder whispering, "Hey stupid, you don't get unlimited chances! Pay attention."
