I was riding home from work on a pretty drab, straight length of superslab. Cruizing with the flow of traffic in the left lane, but had a woman in a minivan riding my **** for about a mile or so. I was maybe two car lengths behind the car ahead of me and she went into the right lane to make an atempt to pass me. Well, she only got her front door past me and was coming back into my lane. I hit the horn, two short burts, she kept comin. One continuous blast, she still wanted my part of the road. She didn't back off untill I kicked a dent in the side of her rear door. At that point I braked, cruize let off and I dropped back and let her have the spot she so urgently needed. That was close enough for me.

 

Boy, sorry to say countless times I have had people merge into my lane. couple others thathave been my fault. No contact in the last 25 sum odd years. Took the rear blinker off my little honda when I was 15 on the front corner maker of a big a$$ Lincoln.

 

i was working 2 jobs at the time. coming home from the second one I 95 S 4:30 pm throttle locked @ 65 I woke up with my left foot rubbing the bumper of a car. opened my faceshield went straight to the shoulder shaking like a leaf. have never been so scared in my life.

 

i have had 2 close calls, both times i was running down the interstate in the left lane and a car merged into my lane from the rite. the first time i kicked the rear door on the drivers side of the car....the second time it was close enough that ,as the driver was talking on his cell phone, i hit my fist on the drivers door window. it scared the **** out of the guy....which makes us even cause i was difiniately scared.

 

Sheesh, that sounds EXACTLY like what happened to me last April. I pursue the idiot, and he did pay me for the minimal damage to my scoot.

 

Was riding some mountain roads in Colorado several years (on my 96 Royal Star). Was an early morning ride getting into the twisties, virtually no traffic on a road I'd only ridden once before. Was leading 3 other bikes, came to a hill with a blind curve to the left, as I topped the hill I saw a big old Caddillac backing up the hill in my lane and another car approaching in the on-coming lane. There was no shoulder and trees right up to the edge of the road, I swerved left to the center line, then straightend it out....went around the car backing up and met the on-coming car at the same time....coulda sworn I felt both their mirrors brush my elbows, but nothing on the bike touched either car. At the first place we could pull over and stop I got a "howd you do that?!" from the friends following....told them "I don't know, I think God was driving". They were far enough back to slow down and avoid the situation, but had a birds-eye view of rider training taking over when the mind is to scared to react. Taught me to be a little more careful riding around blind curves.

 

SLAPPED A HIGHWAY BAR FOOTPEG.

 

Close enough for me to lean over and punch a cager's fender. Put a very nice dent in it too. I bet he won't forget that!!!

 

Riding down a four lane road with center turning lane andhad an old guypull out from an intersection and come across all lanes before he tried to turn. I was as close to the curb as I could get before he realized I was there.Cost him a new grill after I put my foot through it.Don't know how I kept from going over.

 

Lots of close calls with cagers merging into my lane and/or stopping for no good reason, but the best story was the one that was 100% my fault. I started riding in 1991 at the age of 20. Had never ridden anything with 2 wheels before. Since I didn't own a bike, I took the MSF course to meet the DMV riding test requirement. So after 4 hours in 1st and 2nd gear on a Honda 125 and a trip to the DMV, I was fully legal to ride a motorcycle anywhere I wanted. Still think you should be required to show a little more skill than that before you get a license but I digress. Never wanted anything other than a H-D so I had been saving up and had friend drive me down to EL Cajon to pick up my shiny new Softail at the dealership. Of course by the time the paperwork was finished it was completely dark outside and the sunglasses I had brought weren't suitable for the ride home (neither was the short sleeve t-shirt or snaeakers I was wearing at the time oh and no gloves at all). In my feeble defense it was 60 degrees and sunny when I had left work to go down there and my buddy's car had a heater anyways. So I fired up the bike (I did remember to turn on the gas)and started the 120 mile ride back home. So I am riding up the 805 freezing my butt off and half-blind from from the tears in my eyes (no glasses remember) and having the time of mylife.Well I get to the 805/5 merge north of San Diego and am still motoring along. Since it's my first real (non parking lot) ride ever I am abit apprehensive and don't like turning my head too much. Since the 805 mergeson the left side of the 5, I have to start geting over to the right lane since I am only doing 50-55(trying to be responsible and break the bike in somewhat responsibly plus I'm still cold and half blind and this is back when the speed limit was 55). So I flip on my turn signal check my mirrors about 4 or 5 times (still 1st ride so I'm a tad on the paranoid side) and proceed to move over a lane. Of course I come withing about 8 inchesof slamming into the side of asemi doing about 75 and try to swerve back into my original lane. During the 2 seconds I was trying to change lane to the right a mini van had sped up and take the place I was formerly in (don't blame 'em I would have wanted to get past me as fast as possible too)So Icome within about of foot of eating the mini vans side door. I swerve back to the right which luckily was now vacant since the semi had roared past. The whole sequence had probably take just a few seconds but scared the crap out of me. Rode another 25 or so miles with a death grip on my bars and probably 2 inches from the right shoulder of the 5 freeway until I reached the nearest rest area. Got off the bike for a good half an hour to calm down (and possibly start breathing again) then hopped back on and rode the 25 more mile to my house. Have been riding ever since and that still has to be my closest call to date. Of course now I ride like every cage on the road is out to try and kill me and usually spot trouble a good ways off. Experience is definitely the best teacher assuming you make it through the first grade.