Besides that...
I was heading into town today to the post office. At the bottom of a hill, there is an intersection, a "T", with a road coming out from the right as the main road curves to the left. Most people coming out of that road are heading to the left, up the hill. Most people coming down the hill turn right, onto that road. It's just the nature of the routes. I always put my left turn signal on as I near that road if I'm heading into town. There is no left turn there, it's just to let people know I'm not turning right so they don't pull out in front of me....
Today, I did just that. A young girl in one of those "squatmobiles" - some nondescript oriental minicar - pulled up to the stop sign and then proceded to pull out in front of me. As I was grabbing the binders and dropping a gear or two, an suv, a little one, not an SUV, pulled out right behind her. Must have been following her.
Luckily, no one was coming in the other lane, so I moved over only to discover that the girl in the squatmobile was making a left into a church parking lot. So I goosed it, swerved right in front of the suv, went off the road on the right, passed Miss Clueless, and recovered back in my lane.
As I proceeded, I noticed in my mirror that the suv followed her to church...
Now the "problem".
I didn't get mad. Didn't rant, flip the bird, or otherwise go berserk.
I didn't shiver in fear at what might have been. I just went on my way as though it was just another adventure in motorcycling.
No drugs or alcohol were involved. I just didn't react.
Is this normal? Dangerous? Alzheimers?
