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- First Name
- Ken
- Last Name
- Haley
I just got back from the grocery on the CB. On the way over there was a Harley in front of me and a police car in front of him doing the speed limit. Behind me was a jacked up 4x4 Ford, the driver had a cell held to his ear with his left hand, a cigarette in his right hand, and he was reaching down to the middle of the dash as if punching buttons. Occasionally he would pick up something with his right hand and put it in his mouth, occasionally, bring a Sonic cup to his mouth and take a slurp through the straw. Maybe just a little distracted?
After about a mile of this I was getting nervous, but no place to go since traffic was backed up behind the police car. At the first light I rolled up beside the Harley (rude thing to do, I know) and told him watch the guy in the Ford because he was doing everything except watch where he was going.
When that light turned green, I managed to get over one lane and slowed a bit to make room for the Harley, just in case. Sure 'nuff, Bubba wasn't paying attention at the next light, but Mr. Harley was watching and pulled over in front of me. Bubba locked up the brakes, but not in time, leaving about 25 feet of skid before slamming into the police car.
Mr. Harley and I pulled in front of the police car and walked back to check on the LEO. He seemed to be okay, took our info, and sent us on our ways. Walking back to the bikes, Mr. Harley held up his fist for a bump and said, "Thanks, man, you saved my ***." I'm willing to bet he watches his 6 from now on.
After about a mile of this I was getting nervous, but no place to go since traffic was backed up behind the police car. At the first light I rolled up beside the Harley (rude thing to do, I know) and told him watch the guy in the Ford because he was doing everything except watch where he was going.
When that light turned green, I managed to get over one lane and slowed a bit to make room for the Harley, just in case. Sure 'nuff, Bubba wasn't paying attention at the next light, but Mr. Harley was watching and pulled over in front of me. Bubba locked up the brakes, but not in time, leaving about 25 feet of skid before slamming into the police car.
Mr. Harley and I pulled in front of the police car and walked back to check on the LEO. He seemed to be okay, took our info, and sent us on our ways. Walking back to the bikes, Mr. Harley held up his fist for a bump and said, "Thanks, man, you saved my ***." I'm willing to bet he watches his 6 from now on.