Why, I must have a special INVISIBLE Vespa…
While today isn’t counting, the previous few days have been absolutely gorgeous outside. I finally have a locker on campus so I was able to ride my Vespa to school – and especially wanted to with the insane gas prices. I am a cautious, defensive rider. I assume I am invisible to everyone, even though I wear a pink and silver sparkly helmet. Well, yesterday, on my trek back heading south on Mission, a man driving a white Toyota 4-Runner was backing up into a space on the right hand side of the street. I am riding in the left hand side of the right lane and I see him. He see’s me, too, as I catch total eye-contact with him in his side-view mirror.
The back-up lights pop-off and he jams out into the lane. I blare my horn and check behind me to make sure I can hit the brakes. I then pull up to him at the next light and throw my hands up in the air and then flip my visor up. He rolls down his window, “I was pulling out”. “No, you weren’t, you were backing up, didn’t have a signal on, and looked right at me” I retorted. “Yeah…” was his reply. WTF?!? So, Mr. Yeah, you looked right at me and then punched it out into my lane. So, you saw me and I wasn’t really there. I am invisible, just as I assume to Assholes like you. Now, if I were driving my vehicle, I wouldn’t be as annoyed, but being on a scooter and out in the open for any jerk to pull out in front of is scary. I have many vehicles to worry about running over me.
What’s the point of this long-story-long? Be nicer to your fellow motorists. If you see them, acknowledge them and don’t assume the whole world revolves around you.