As long as we're sharing...
I was riding back from Death Valley, our annual ride. The last of my 17 fellow riders had just left me to make the final 5 mile ride home. I was on a 2 lane controlled access highway in the number 2 lane. As I approached an on-ramp I was able to see several cars entering the highway. Seeing a good size opening in the number 1 lane I moved over and continued at speed. The cars began to merge into the number 2 lane, but the lead car decided that the opening I now occupied was actualy meant for him. With no hesitation the he, it was a he, crossed the number 2 lane and ended up right along side me. I was sure he would see me and back off alowing me to return to my lane. Instead I was forced off into the center divider. As luck would have it the center divider was about 40 yards wide and dirt with tufts of grass and shrubs. I learned to ride in the dirt, lucky again. I began down-shifting, not touching my brakes, and slowely came to a stop. No one stopped, no one called CHP. Had I gone down I hesitate to think how I ight have ended up. A Valkyrie is not a light machine.
Keep you eyes open. Because most of the time we are invisible