Some bike riders install aftermarket headlight modulators that sort of
makes them warble, if that's a word to apply to a visual effect. That
may be illegal in some jurisdictions and certainly isn't wide spread.
I don't know how effective they are. After having people pull out in
front of me when I was driving a 13' 6" high, 65' vehicle with a bright
red cab and the headlights on. I find it safer just to consider my
fellow motorists as escapees from a sheltered workshop.
Ah, I'd seen that a couple of times. I always thought the lamp ass'y
was *loose* and bouncing around as the bike hit bumps in the road
(though I couldn't *tell* that there were bumps -- or not -- just
"that must be what's causing the light to bounce around!"
And, no doubt, they were *angry* that you CREPT UP so close behind them!
I *try* to be aware of what's around me. And, what *their* problems are
likely to be.
E.g., you won't see me in the "road sheep" role (clinging in another
driver's blind spot -- speeding up and slowing down to *ensure* that
relationship remains constant). If driving next to a carload of little
kids, I'll expect "Mommy" to turn around to scold one of them WHILE
driving. When passing a truck, I'll be sure I've seen his *eyes* in
his mirror as I head past. etc.
People take too many things in life as if they were "rides" at DisneyLand;
as if they were not responsible for how the "ride" operated; that someone or
something would magically keep them safe (from themselves).
Yes isn't it phenomenal? I drove a truck that had red lights, siren and air
horn but I was the one ending up stopping...
I don't think they are escapees, they drive amongst us, no wonder the zombie
and paranormal is so popular.
On 02/13/2016 08:27 AM, email@example.com wrote:
I drove OTR for about 7 years in the '90s. In my case it was a Volvo
White. Trust me when I say people can ignore 75,000 pounds of dried
beans bearing down on them. They also have the quaint idea they can play
chicken with a truck and win.
I've sometimes wondered what goes on in the mind of an Audi TTS driver
trying to force his way into traffic when he has to loop up to read the
logo on the 11/R22.5 steer tire. He may be a master of the universe in
his world, but he was a speed bump in mine.
In most circumstances I let people in but when someone figures they're
so important they deserve to cut into the head of the line my stubborn
streak comes out.
yeah I like truckers, for good reasons. I'll nearly always let them in
if I can do it safely, flash my lights at them if they let me in to
thank them, and try to give them a wide birth. On the way to work I
could swear they let me in the rocking chair on purpose so I could get
off on my exit. Least I'd like to think they did that more than once.
You develop a different attitude, particularly as an OTR driver. You're
driving ten to twelve thousand miles a month and you're typically not
running on a tight schedule. By that I mean you don't have to get to the
office by 9:00. Most of my runs were at least 1,000 miles. You learn to
take the long view. A few minutes one way or the other don't mean
anything and you have plenty of time to study traffic patterns.
Too many ARE on a tight schedule - they have to have their load at the
dock between 3:15 and 4:00 pm tomorrow, and to keep your logbook legal
you cannot lose 20 minutes in the next 14 hours or you have to stop
for the mandated rest period - meaning you will be a few hours late.
I have 2 brothers who made their living as OTR drivers for many years.
One is currently either running the ice road in northern Sakatchewan
or waiting for the road to open, and the other took his own life last
On 02/13/2016 10:17 PM, firstname.lastname@example.org wrote:
The computers weren't around when I was driving so logbooks were a work
of art. In the US, you could only be on for 10 hours.
The guys are felt sorry for were the east coast drivers. Most of their
stuff was short hauls from city to city. Screw around all day getting
loaded, drive all night to get there for a morning delivery, screw
around all day getting loaded... I don't know when they ever slept.
Very. The logbooks we used were tablet size books with a carbon. The
original was turned in with the trip envelope and the carbons were your
record. The books were not bound, just conveniently held together with
two common staples. It was simple to unbend the staples, take out some
pages, and do a retroactive version of what you'd been up to. You'd
always grab a handful of logs before setting out so you had a supply of
spare pages. Or even staples. Sometimes the damn things would break if
you unbent and bent them too many times.
In the short term you could just use another book that could be a
complete work of fiction.
On Sun, 14 Feb 2016 00:17:31 -0500, email@example.com wrote:
I would appreciate it if you would leave a blank line between your
words and the previous poster's.
This was a long time ago, 1971, but I was standing on the interstate
where the road from St. Louis split, with one fork going to Chicago
and the other to Indianapolis. I was headed for Chicago. A semi
stopped for me. He told me that he had missed me the first time he
passed me, going too fast and he'd gone to the next exit, turned
around gone to the previous exit, turned around again, and picked me
up. I thanked him graciously, but it still amazes me.
It was a beautiful day, no later than 11AM. He could have easily let
someone else pick me up. It was Feburary though, about 3 days
after Mardi Gras. Still, I don't get it. It must have taken him 20
minutes to turn around twice.
He dropped me off on the Springfield Il. bypass, and it was hard to
get a ride there. A cop must have driven by because a voice came out
of nowhere, Get off the road. But there was nowhere to go which
woudln't have required hitching. I got a ride before he came back.
I had hoped to get rides with truckers because I thought they'd be
interesting, but I think I only got two, from New Orleans to Chicago.
The rest were all cars.
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