I like motorcycles and have ridden many thousands of miles, took a tour from Georgia out to Colorado and Utah on the BMW one time. But, I must say, one sunny Sunday I was driving in central Georgia in my car, speed limit 55. Down there the cops give you up to 68 mph. Everybody on this road goes 65, or so, the slow pokes do 60.
So I got behind a motorcycle group, there were about 17 bikes and they were doing 52 mph. Look I don't care what speed you drive. But these guys were running two abreast, then a 25 foot space, then one more, then another 30 foot space. They were taking up about 1/4 mile of the road and it was 30 miles to the next intersection.
I waited until I got my chance, there was a spot with an 80 foot gap between the bikes, I passed half of the bikes and cut in to the middle of the pack. It looked like I had kicked over an ant hill they all started waving their arms at me. I had visions of getting into a fight with a motorcycle gang. In a minute I got my chance and I passed all the bikes.
I must say, these motorcycle guys acted like complete a**holes.
“Right Turn Clyde”. Reminds me of the scene in the Eastwood movie “Every Which Way But Loose” 🤠
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The motorcycle club sounds like a bunch of Marines and retired Marines...Jarhead Motorcycle Club...
Tragic.
Dang. Sure hate to hear that.
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Thirty years ago the Texas Hill Country north and west of San Antonio was a great place to ride a motorcycle on a weekend. I have ridden all those roads at speed so many times I do believe I could STILL ride 'em blindfolded.
First thing that happened was, as the number of high speed motorcyclists increased, the local EMS got really tired of hauling injured guys from off the outside edges of the hairpins on Vanderpool Mountain.
Second thing, prob'ly related to the first, was that the DPS showed up and started writing tickets and impounding the bikes of the worst offenders (I just got lucky ).
The third thing and kiss of death was when the long trains of Harleys showed up, whole packs of two-wheeled barcaloungers rolling along with their mostly hefty cargoes, driven at moderate speeds and with stern expressions.
But now, for better or worse, that particular Harley demographic seems to be rolling off into the sunset, numbers in steep decline, so I suppose the roads up there are free again.
Only problem is I'm headed in the sunset direction myself
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I could never, ever understand the pack mentality. Side by side? Are you KIDDING me. Even on the Marin Sunday Ride (which is not your "normal" ride, at all) when we were going through towns or speed-limited sections, we would stagger and space, at least 40 feet. But to deliberately ride in a vulnerable pack, ten thousand times he// no. And this is the reason why he// no.
As far as the Hog trains go, I have to admit that just once, there was this bunch of bikers on the Evans Peak highway, just a rolling effing roadblock. So I jumped into their fleet and started hopscotching up to the front, and then gone, to a nice sweeper horseshoe, where I parked and climbed the embankment, just to listen to the rumble. Silence, rumble, ROAR, rumble, silence. But you couldn't pay me to ride like that, ever.
Such a shame. But honestly, inevitable. If the guy was drunk, he'll pay. Oh, will he pay.
Up hills slow, Down hills fast Tonnage first and Safety last.
I used to love to ride and my boys do still. They try for at least one long range ride every year, just the two of them. One thing that never interested me was cruising down the road in a pack. The few guys I used to ride with rode hard and fast, never more than 2 or 3 together. I could never see the attraction in riding in a big slow pack of bikes, blocking the road and sucking the exhaust from all those bikes. I guess some are herd creatures and some aren’t.
Nobody had to be drunk for that to happen, just a moment's inattention from one or both parties would suffice.
Heck, nowadays ya gotta ask if anyone was on their smart phones.
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
Every time I encounter a pack of motorcyclists I'm amazed that they're not all dead.
and thats the exact reason i never ride with anyone. get 3 or 4 bikes together and everybody is steve fuggen mcqueen. i know, i've been in those packs myself. never again. like lemings off a fuggen cliff some of these guys.
that said, i have no idea what happened in this case and won't open the link. god help them and their families.
...ya gotta ask if anyone was on their smart phones.
Now we're getting somewhere.
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Unless the group was passing a slow car, hard to believe that ALL the m/c victims were on the wrong side of the road.
I have yet to hear if the pickup driver was killed or injured; the front of the Ram was pretty banged up.
I can’t speak to injury, but he’s alive and talking to the press (limited).
George
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Thirty years ago the Texas Hill Country north and west of San Antonio was a great place to ride a motorcycle on a weekend. I have ridden all those roads at speed so many times I do believe I could STILL ride 'em blindfolded.
First thing that happened was, as the number of high speed motorcyclists increased, the local EMS got really tired of hauling injured guys from off the outside edges of the hairpins on Vanderpool Mountain.
Second thing, prob'ly related to the first, was that the DPS showed up and started writing tickets and impounding the bikes of the worst offenders (I just got lucky ).
The third thing and kiss of death was when the long trains of Harleys showed up, whole packs of two-wheeled barcaloungers rolling along with their mostly hefty cargoes, driven at moderate speeds and with stern expressions.
But now, for better or worse, that particular Harley demographic seems to be rolling off into the sunset, numbers in steep decline, so I suppose the roads up there are free again.
Only problem is I'm headed in the sunset direction myself
Yep, only to be taken over by even slower corksucking lieberal bicyclists trains.
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Nobody had to be drunk for that to happen, just a moment's inattention from one or both parties would suffice.
Heck, nowadays ya gotta ask if anyone was on their smart phones.
Two way traffic on a bike, you're never more than a blink away from dead. Looks to be a little rise the truck was coming up into maybe a slow left bend. Couple of bikes cross the yellow at just the right time, driver pops the brake pedal with maybe a reactionary zig of the wheel, and the quick jackknife does the rest. Wouldn't take much linear movement in any direction to have a quarter second disaster. Anybody that's ridden long enough to decide to quit has come close. And most of those close calls you never knew about. In the end they died exercising the freedom many other Marines died to guarantee. God bless the families with whatever comfort is possible.
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