Wide Load Coming Through

It never fails to amuse me on my morning commute when I'm riding my motorcycle and hit some traffic. In many states its against the law to split lanes and go down between two rows of mostly static vehicles. But not out here in California, out here its just fine regardless of what some road rage wankers think.

Anyway, there are generally three types of vehicles during a lane splitting episode. There are the what-was-thats who don't even know there's a motorcycle around until its passed them. There are the pricks who actually drive as close to the center line on purpose because they know it slows down the bikers and makes for a more dangerous center line fever. And then there are the swervers who see the light coming at them and then yankt he steering wheel to get out of the way, usually they swerve far enough over to actually drive a car by.

Now, my motorcycle's widest point are my mirrors and they're about two feet apart, maybe a couple of inches more but certainly not a wide load by any means. But some of these cars, though they mean well, are moving over like eight feet, onto the shoulder and the debris and danger represented there (you did know that an inordinately huge proportion of the crap that gets lodged in tires comes from the shoulder, right?). So that, when I do roll past them, I've got enough space to get off my bike and lie down perpendicularly to the car and my bike.

There's really no epiphany here, just an observation that makes me smile, even more so when I can roll through traffic jams and still get to work in good time. And hey, any morning that includes a little motorcycle action (and subsequent triple digit speed burn) can't be all bad. It also didn't hurt to spend some time with Nande this morning after she'd had her walk and eaten and was tired out. Its just far too sweet when she lays her head across my leg and sleeps.

Oh yeah, and I got to see the first glimpses of the next Martha Stewart, her daughter, Alexis Stewart, who's said to be waaay more picky and perfectionistic which means there ought to be all kinds of juicy gossip about her screaming fits.

And one last response to recent news from the Bay Area, this guy, Marcus Wesson, the looking dreadlocked daddy and granddaddy that is accused of killing 9 members of his family, from all news reports I've seen and read, was an enigma. Fathering his own grandchildren aside though its quite hard to overlook the basic and fundamental fact that he had sex with his own children on more than one occasion. No, what creeps me out is the fact that not one single person has said anything bad about him as a person. Sure, people are crying over the deaths of his family members, that's to be expected. But both of his sons I've seen interviewed on the news have had nothing but extremely high praise for him as a father. The story will almost certainly get alot more twisted as the details begin to emerge. I'm curious as to why he was compelled to kill them. Its a tragedy in any case but there has got to be more than is already known.