Race you

Motorcycling in traffic.

I want some S P A C E
If I suddenly accelerate away from you it’s not about racing.
99% of you would lose anyway.
You’ve done something to cause me to not trust you.
History says you’re going to do it again.
I want to get away from you.

It’s not an invitation.
If I put distance between you and me and you feel the need to close that gap it must be because you’ve thought this through and you want something.
It’s not a game.
Catch me twice and I’ll be asking about what exactly your problem is.
If I drive away from you and you keep coming it’s personal now.
I don’t ask what I don’t already know.
I don’t ask unless I have the cure with me.

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The Distractables

The soccer Mom.
So busy with really important things.
Super smart and safety minded too.
She’ll skip the great traffic light two entrances up while leaving the mega mart.
The one with the really safe left turn arrow.
To choose the more challenging dart across three lanes and a turn lane while holding her phone like glue to the left side of her head.
The left turn from private property play.
In this case, any accident is always the fault of the one pulling into traffic.
So, rendering yourself unable to see or hear the traffic you intend to dart in front of is brilliant!
I’m watching for you all the time.
Your phone not only blocked you from using your left hand to drive it also blocked your vision enough to miss me on my motorcycle.
I see you running your mouth and not seeing me.
I see you turning your head checking left to right, only your look to the left isn’t really a look, not even a glance.
It’s motion. Nothing else.
When I avoid our imminent accident, and then you realize that fact, you then remove your right hand from the wheel, wave and mouth “I’m sorry”.
The phone remains glued to your head for the duration.