Yesterday, as I was leading one of the Doc Wong groups on the other side of Gazos Creek, after the second 10mph crest a dark red/maroon '86-90 Toyota Corolla/Nissan Sentra was in the middle of the road, as soon as the two dark, round-faced with short hair hispanics saw me the driver then moved to my side of the road at about 30mph. I was doing 40, well over on my side of the road.
As I came closer, I could tell he was aiming the car at me, I looked for my escape route, which was narrowing to the dirt side of the road (the dirt was flat so I could go into the dirt if I needed to), as I didn't want to pass on the left in case he swerved, and then I would have been on his side of the road (which would have been my fault). I was also looking for intent on his face, and he was looking straight at me the whole time, expressionless. I did try to look at the licence plate, but the closing speed required my attention on my route.
I passed and thought of turning around, but thought better of it because of my responsibility to the group, and I was alive. Thinking it better to get the group to the next stop at the end of Gazos at Hwy1, and then thinking of what to do next. I was angry and did ride a little harder than usual, just kinda wanting to stop so I could think more clearly, and take a breather.
We stopped and I asked the riders that were behind me if they saw that, and if they had any problems with the same car. No one else had a problem, thankfully. Also, luckily a ranger happened by, and I waved him down and told him what happened, and he said that he would relate it to the sheriff.
I had to keep leading the group, and so I did, figuring that I might go back to Pescadero to file an official report to the sheriff after the ride.
I haven't, realizing that God has saved me again (1st was when I was 3 and half, riding my tricycle across the street, and was hit by an American-steel, '60's Plymouth; 2nd was a head-on with another '60's Plymouth before the helmet law (yes, I was out blow-drying my hair)), and that I also promised my neices waiting at home that I was going to do something with them before they left that afternoon. Again, my responsibilty was to them, and I was, after all, alive. Thank God.
Sounds dicey - I'm very glad everyone came out unscathed!
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Glad you are ok.
Man I hate folks that try and get there kicks at the price of others.
Thing is no doubt they were high on drugs, would probably have shot you if you chased em down. All being said i woulda turned round chased it down and got the plate then come back and picked the group up!
I am sorry to hear that
Quote from: nightrider on October 21, 2008, 10:39:26 AM
I am sorry to hear that, especially that they were dark, short-hair with round faced hispanics. Good God!
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Okaaaaaaay?
that makes no sense at all...including the god crap