Posts Tagged ‘cagers’


Posted: August 22, 2010 in I-90, rain
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Is it just me, or does the Weather Channel lie like a rug?

I rode to the Albany area for the 2010 CMA NY State Rally. The ride out was uneventful, except for the speed bumps on the NY Thruway. It cost me $6.20 in tolls to ride 150 miles—you’d think for that kind of vig they could at least get the road flat.

After dark I hit a bump so bad—one of those pull-your-tailbone-out-of-your-tonsils kind of bumps—I had both wheels off the ground.  Me and the bike together weigh 1000 pounds, so this was no little crack in the pavement. Scary in the dark, because I couldn’t see it coming. You’d think, in a modern, post-industrial, socialist fantasyland like New York, where one in every seven people is a state employee, they’d have enough manpower to build a decent road. The Thruway used to be in much better condition when the ratio of state to private sector workers was much lower.

The forecast for the ride home was 60% scattered T-storms at my end-point. I warned other folks from my chapter, who were also in Albany, planning to come home later in the day, about the worsening forecast for Sunday. I headed home in the morning.

I checked with the others, the following day, to see how their trip home went. Turns out, they drove through a light sprinkle most of the way, but the sun shone on them for the last 100 miles. I experienced sun too, for the last 50 miles of my trip. The section from Syracuse to Geneva was a series of monsoons, scattered in a direct, continuous line along the Thruway. I was so soaked that by the time I reached a place to stop, there was no point. A guy towing a boat passed me by, bringing Genesis 7 to mind.

Even the cars started to slow down, as visibility was poor. That is, some cars started to slow down. The majority, it seemed, figured that was their cue to bump draft.

A little west of Geneva, I came upon two cages accordioned into the guard rail. Emergency vehicles weren’t on the scene yet, so I stopped to see if I could help. It looked pretty obvious to my non-expert eye that one vehicle, following too close, slammed into the other. It says a lot for the safety built into cars these days that though both cars looked totaled, everyone was walking about. Maybe that’s what contributes to the reckless driving—on a motorcycle there is no such thing as a fender-bender.

As strange as it may sound, I didn’t mind the weather. It all goes along with the freedom a motorcycle brings. What really made me tense was the crazy, reckless driving of the cagers under the horrible conditions.

I made it home safely, obviously, and I am grateful to God for that.