I used to see that all the time when I drove the big rig. In my case, I was governed at 65, and a guy is passing me, he is governed at 65.2
It will take him 2 minutes to pass me and there will be 15 cars backed up behind him, cussing us out. This is on the flat interstate, I-10 in Texas speed limit 75.
My solution: When the passing truck got even with my rear bumper, I knocked off the cruise and slowed to 60 mph. Left lane guy passed me in ten seconds and got ahead of me in the right lane. Left lane clear for cars. And I lost 15 seconds of driving time. Gee, do that 8 times a day, and I have lost 2 minutes. Heartbreaking.
About half the truck drivers would be polite in the right lane, like I was, and the other half were a**holes. Or else just stupid hard to tell.
I wondered why those drivers that are in the right lane wouldn't lift off for a few seconds. Hell, if someone is slow passing me when I am driving an auto, I'll lift off.
Here I am on my cross country trip in Rocky Mountain Park. The Trek I have today is a much better bike than that Peugot was, but I am scared to ride around here.
Dude, that is some hardcore riding, those hills are nothing to sneeze at!
Yes the oxygen is thin there at 12,000 feet. Fortunately, I had 1,000 miles of "training" before I got to the Rockies. Here I am crossing the Mississippi into Missouri. As you can see I stayed on the back, back roads. God knows I wasn't gonna try that I-40 bridge at Memphis.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Paul is the dumbest fugger on the fire for continuously biting on the bike thread bait.
LOL, you've got that exactly backwards. Captain Paul chums with the best of 'em, and then trolls right through the middle of the slick.
I wouldn't say I troll, because I am always willing to have a conversation with a willing member. I certainly don't capitulate, and I will sometimes do unto others as they do unto me. As you can see some are much better at dishing it out than taking it. They can't seem to figure out how I can have a completely civil, exchange of ideas with some members, but not them. It must be me, lol.
Here I am on my cross country trip in Rocky Mountain Park. The Trek I have today is a much better bike than that Peugot was, but I am scared to ride around here.
Dude, that is some hardcore riding, those hills are nothing to sneeze at!
Yes the oxygen is thin there at 12,000 feet. Fortunately, I had 1,000 miles of "training" before I got to the Rockies. Here I am crossing the Mississippi into Missouri. As you can see I stayed on the back, back roads. God knows I wasn't gonna try that I-40 bridge at Memphis.
That is friggin cool. When I go out to CO in the summer, it takes a while to find my lungs. Even then I can't do hard sprints. When I come back, I feel like I am supercharged for a few days.
Plus I have NO IDEA what pleasure these cross country bicyclists get pedaling on a road all day with trucks and cars passing them at 60mph 4 feet awa. I used to have a hot cummins powered 4x4 that could roll coal on demand. Used to give me some satisfaction.
Traffic brings no joy, could well ultimately prove fatal or crippling.
But crossing the continent on a bicycle? I’ve driven across on four wheels multiple times, which doesn’t compare with doing it on a motorcycle (I’ve been over most of the Lower 48 on motorcycles). Both of these pale in comparison to getting it done on a bicycle 😎
Strangely enough traversing parts of North America on a bicycle makes this place seem smaller, and you becoming intimately familiar with the landforms and the parts you rode.
Only had coal dumped on me once, along the Upper Missouri in Montana. I shot the guy the bird of course, now I’d just ignore it. Anyone who does that and just drives off is a pu$$y.
"...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
I drive about 30,000 miles a year, here to the Canadian border, here to Missouri, wherever. A lot of my driving is on two lane, rural roads but also in town here… I can only recall once in the last several years that I was held up a bit by cyclists. There was a large organized group on the two lane going to the gun club. Probably cost me five minutes.
I think there are some people on here who must lead miserable, unhappy lives. If they get so cranked up over something as innocuous as bicyclists how do they handle the kind of real problems many of us face daily? What can it be like for their wives (if they’re still married) having some having some whining complainer around all the time?
Of course, these threads also always bring out the Walter Mitty, Rambo in their own minds, badasses…always amusing…
I drive about 30,000 miles a year, here to the Canadian border, here to Missouri, wherever. A lot of my driving is on two lane, rural roads but also in town here… I can only recall once in the last several years that I was held up a bit by cyclists. There was a large organized group on the two lane going to the gun club. Probably cost me five minutes.
I think there are some people on here who must lead miserable, unhappy lives. If they get so cranked up over something as innocuous as bicyclists how do they handle the kind of real problems many of us face daily? What can it be like for their wives (if they’re still married) having some having some whining complainer around all the time?
Of course, these threads also always bring out the Walter Mitty, Rambo in their own minds, badasses…always amusing…
Would it be different for you if it was every MONTH????
"...A man's rights rest in three boxes: the ballot box, the jury box and the cartridge box..." Frederick Douglass, 1867
I drive about 30,000 miles a year, here to the Canadian border, here to Missouri, wherever. A lot of my driving is on two lane, rural roads but also in town here… I can only recall once in the last several years that I was held up a bit by cyclists. There was a large organized group on the two lane going to the gun club. Probably cost me five minutes.
I think there are some people on here who must lead miserable, unhappy lives. If they get so cranked up over something as innocuous as bicyclists how do they handle the kind of real problems many of us face daily? What can it be like for their wives (if they’re still married) having some having some whining complainer around all the time?
Of course, these threads also always bring out the Walter Mitty, Rambo in their own minds, badasses…always amusing…