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Originally Posted by mattdavis11
Riding a bike on 105 is insane.
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it was going from a two lane to what it is now, while it was under construction, I rode my mountain bike on the side under construction that was closed. Had to pay attention, but it was not too bad.
That was when I first moved down there, prior to finding some nice fire roads in the national forest at the north end of the lake.
Crazy was riding in SF when I was going to podiatry school. One morning I was going down O'Farrell, which is a pretty steep hill, had just passed the Kaiser hospital. There was a line of traffic that was stopped for a red light, with cars parked along the side. I was running late, so I was in a hurry. I could see the people from the mortuary college around on the sidewalk a hundred yards ahead. Guy in a Nissan 4x4 truck turns out of the stopped line of cars to cut across the sidewalk so he could get into the lot for the mortuary school, I discovered later. I know he never looked, because I could see the back of his head, so he was surprised to see me clip his front fender fly about a car length. Broke a spoke, skinned my knee, creased the heck out of his fender. Checked if I could wiggle my toes, then rolled out of the middle of the street. Driver was impressed that the bike was not damaged more. One of group of his classmates who was more impressed with the fender said something about me being at fault because I was driving too fast. This happened in a 25 mph zone, so technically I probably was speeding; as I said, it was a steep hill, and I did have slicks on the mountain bike, rather than the knobbies. I hopped on the bike and split, lucky I landed on my back pack.
Another time a taxi driver sort of crowded me into a parked car. Caught him at the next stoplight, the look in his fare's eyes was priceless when I shattered his front passenger side window with my bike lock and cursed his driver loudly.