lanalucy | Oct. 22nd, 2004

I'm driving along 190 yesterday, minding my own business, merging into the tolltag lane after the Coit onramp. Clipping along at about 60. No one in front or behind. But then...

Old guy on a motorcycle decides to merge across two lanes of traffic into my tolltag lane without checking first. He gets thisclose to my front bumper. I hit the brakes and am still only a couple of inches away from his rear tire, which I can't see, by the way. He keeps driving, still without even looking in the side mirrors and still without realizing I am less than a foot away from him.

Moron.

I'm holding it together, barely. I'm beginning to hyperventilate, my chest hurts, my hands are shaking like I'm 107, and I want to throw up. Have to keep up with traffic because it's everywhere and there is no safe way to get across two lanes to the shoulder to just stop.

It takes me miles to stop shaking and longer to stop feeling sick.

I finally get over a lane, and here's the guy in the next lane, tooling along like he hasn't a care in the world. I look at him, full in the face, and give him my very best Disgusted Mom I'm So Very Disappointed In You look with a head shake. He glances away and keeps tooling.

Moron.

I've long since thanked out loud my lucky stars and whatever other deities are up there listening for the fact that I did not actually hit the guy's rear tire and thus kill or seriously maim him (did I mention I was doing 60?) and did not damage my car. Nor did I drop dead from a heart attack brought on by stupidity on the part of the above-mentioned Moron, leaving Kid to fend for herself when she realized I wasn't home in time for her Orchestra concert.

So, today, I'm alive and well and so is Moron. I can only hope he is past the point of reproduction, because said reproduction would be a crime against humanity.