Jasonisms

One of my least favorite things in the world is dying. No, no – not death. Dying. Specifically, when it's me. More specifically, when it's me doing the dying and someone else doing the killing. That's when you know life sucks. Just a little bit ago I found myself just a reaction away from death. A little slower, perhaps a little more tired or had I been distracted and I wouldn't be here to type this out, relating how one man in a SUV nearly killed me because – why the hellz not? The weather is dry, the sky is blue and I was riding my motorcycle running a few errands and grabbing a bite to eat. It was a normal day. I wasn't speeding (as if I ever do that); I wasn't in the canyons subtracting from my chicken strips nor was I acting the fool in any way, shape or form. In fact, I was merely leaving a parking lot via a one-way exit when a man in a SUV decided he couldn't wait until the corner to turn into the parking lot, he had to come in the exit. Now, you h...

So, while on Google+ today I saw a story from Linda Lawrey  about a fender-bender she was in recently. Which got me thinking about my very first fender-bender.   When i was 16 I had to drive my Dad's car back from where it was. I was having a severe case of afternoon sleepy-time and was barely awake. There was a truck (Ford F150, I think) that was blocking the driveway of where the car was parked and I tried to make it around the truck. Being inexperienced  and  tired I misjudged and ended up hitting his bumper. No damage to his truck but a dents and some paint scraping to my dad's car. I got out of the car, checked the damage and the owner of the truck came around and looked, too. He said he felt back for me since his truck wasn't damaged and the car was. I asked him if he wanted to exchange information and he said no because he suffered no damage -- it was all on the vehicle I was driving. Fair enough. I got home parked the car and went to take a nap. I called m...

Virginia Letting motos and bikes run redlights While not admitting anything, myself, I've had to run a couple of red lights under these scenarios. You're sitting there, no traffic and the light just won't change. You keep hoping a car or truck pulls up alongside or behind you to trigger the sensor but it's late or you're in a not-well traveled area.  Just the other day, for example, I came to a red light while leaving a friend's neighborhood. I watched the cross-traffic's light turn amber then red surprised that my light would soon turn green. It did not. Instead, the cross-traffic's turn light went green for a few seconds and then straight through traffic once again. It wasn't until a truck pulled up beside me that the light's finally changed and the green light allowed me to turn. At least Virginia is paying attention. They're allowing motorcycles and bicyclists to run red lights that won't turn for them. W00t! I'd love a law like t...