I seldom talk much about my rides, but today I had a rather strange incident. It kind of reminded me of the "Bizarro Jerry" episode from the "Seinfeld" TV series.
I was on the last leg of a 55 mile ride, just passing through Doylestown, Oh. about 10 miles from home. Some guy in a huge pickup truck backed out from a driveway, crossing the oncoming lane, right into my lane almost hitting me. I saw this situation rapidly developing and was able to swerve to the right missing him by about a foot. As I passed I instinctivly yelled "IDIOT" through his open passenger window. Well, he followed me for a while until I came to a traffic light at a four lane highway (Rt 585), which naturally was red. I stopped in the center of the left/straight lane, as I was going to continue straight. I noticed in my mirror he was squeezing up on my left with the passenger window open. Aw ***** I figured, here we go...there's going to be a fight. Just as I looked to the left expecting to be looking down a *** barrel, his truck was now practically touching my leg, he said in a very polite and humble voice " dude, I'm really sorry...I didn't see you, (I was wearing a neon yellow jersey) I would never have backed out like that if I'd seen you, I hope you can forgive me"!
I was almost embarrassed for him, he seemed so upset with himself. I told him we all make mistakes and to please be more careful in the future, and was on my way.
If I pinch myself will I wake up? Was I dreaming? Should I have bought a lottery ticket? Was I riding in the "Bizarro Zone"?