Kingfish
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Forgive me, but I can think of no other analogy that explains the last ½ mile of my ride home. The gauntlet includes the last ¼ mile segment of freeway that terminates as a major arterial, plus ¼ mile more where I must keep pace before peeling off onto my rural route.
The run begins as a merge into traffic from a right-side freeway ramp, through two close traffic lights, and concludes as a left turn onto the rural route, having a length roughly 0.6 miles total.
During rush hour, I have found through trial and error that the shortest path is to race up the right side margin past merging cows… er cars, and there will always be at least one opportunity to leap into an open slot into the right-turn lane, and nearly almost as frequently find an open hole to the left that allows me to merge before the first light (at the terminus of the freeway). Proceeding forward after this light always leads to an opening to merge left – and from there I am home-free before traffic speeds too quickly for me to exit into the left turn lane.
It took several weeks to develop the nerve to pull this quick trick home. The alternative – using pedestrian ways and means took 2 or 3 times as long.
My focus is always about the car in front of me and about the car to the left. No one ever closes in from behind, possibly cos I have dual rear-facing Blinkies. Frankly I probably scare the Jesus and bejesus out of the uninitiated. It has become a minor thrill for me to and from work each day.
I take only when safe, and fear nothing; there isn’t enough time to be worried cos I’m in and out before concern can matter. I have a strong ebike. My legs are strong. My will is strong. I am young at heart, though in good health. My only regret is that overall my commute is short, although I am grateful the route in thick traffic is shorter.
It's a hoot!
Perhaps I should get a GoPro.
Toro toro! C’ya ‘morrow my son. KF
Forgive me, but I can think of no other analogy that explains the last ½ mile of my ride home. The gauntlet includes the last ¼ mile segment of freeway that terminates as a major arterial, plus ¼ mile more where I must keep pace before peeling off onto my rural route.
The run begins as a merge into traffic from a right-side freeway ramp, through two close traffic lights, and concludes as a left turn onto the rural route, having a length roughly 0.6 miles total.
During rush hour, I have found through trial and error that the shortest path is to race up the right side margin past merging cows… er cars, and there will always be at least one opportunity to leap into an open slot into the right-turn lane, and nearly almost as frequently find an open hole to the left that allows me to merge before the first light (at the terminus of the freeway). Proceeding forward after this light always leads to an opening to merge left – and from there I am home-free before traffic speeds too quickly for me to exit into the left turn lane.
It took several weeks to develop the nerve to pull this quick trick home. The alternative – using pedestrian ways and means took 2 or 3 times as long.
My focus is always about the car in front of me and about the car to the left. No one ever closes in from behind, possibly cos I have dual rear-facing Blinkies. Frankly I probably scare the Jesus and bejesus out of the uninitiated. It has become a minor thrill for me to and from work each day.
I take only when safe, and fear nothing; there isn’t enough time to be worried cos I’m in and out before concern can matter. I have a strong ebike. My legs are strong. My will is strong. I am young at heart, though in good health. My only regret is that overall my commute is short, although I am grateful the route in thick traffic is shorter.
It's a hoot!
Perhaps I should get a GoPro.Toro toro! C’ya ‘morrow my son. KF
