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Yesterday, as I was leading one of the Doc Wong groups on the other side of Gazos Creek, after the second 10mph crest a dark red/maroon '86-90 Toyota Corolla/Nissan Sentra was in the middle of the road, as soon the two dark, round-faced with short hair hispanics saw me the driver then moved to my side of the road at about 30mph. I was doing 40, well over on my side of the road.
As I came closer, I could tell he was aiming the car at me, I looked for my escape route, which was narrowing to the dirt side of the road (the dirt was flat so I could go into the dirt if I needed to), as I didn't want to pass on the left in case he swerved, and then I would have been on his side of the road (which would have been my fault). I was also looking for intent on his face, and he was looking straight at me the whole time, expressionless. I did try to look at the licence plate, but the closing speed required my attention on my route.
I passed and thought of turning around, but thought better of it because of my responsibility to the group, and I was alive. Thinking it better to get the group to the next stop at the end of Gazos at Hwy1, and then thinking of what to do next. I was angry and did ride a little harder than usual, just kinda wanting to stop so I could think more clearly, and take a breather.
We stopped and I asked the riders that were behind me if they saw that, and if they had any problems with the same car. No one else had a problem, thankfully. Also, luckily a ranger happened by, and I waved him down and told him what happened, and he said that he would relate it to the sheriff.
I had to keep leading the group, and so I did, figuring that I might go back to Pescadero to file an official report to the sheriff after the ride.
I haven't, realizing that God has saved me again (1st was when I was 3 and half, riding my tricycle across the street, and was hit by an American-steel, '60's Plymouth; 2nd was a head-on with another '60's Plymouth before the helmet law (yes, I was out blow-drying my hair)), and that I also promised my neices waiting at home that I was going to do something with them before they left that afternoon. Again, my responsibilty was to them, and I was, after all, alive. Thank God.
As I came closer, I could tell he was aiming the car at me, I looked for my escape route, which was narrowing to the dirt side of the road (the dirt was flat so I could go into the dirt if I needed to), as I didn't want to pass on the left in case he swerved, and then I would have been on his side of the road (which would have been my fault). I was also looking for intent on his face, and he was looking straight at me the whole time, expressionless. I did try to look at the licence plate, but the closing speed required my attention on my route.
I passed and thought of turning around, but thought better of it because of my responsibility to the group, and I was alive. Thinking it better to get the group to the next stop at the end of Gazos at Hwy1, and then thinking of what to do next. I was angry and did ride a little harder than usual, just kinda wanting to stop so I could think more clearly, and take a breather.
We stopped and I asked the riders that were behind me if they saw that, and if they had any problems with the same car. No one else had a problem, thankfully. Also, luckily a ranger happened by, and I waved him down and told him what happened, and he said that he would relate it to the sheriff.
I had to keep leading the group, and so I did, figuring that I might go back to Pescadero to file an official report to the sheriff after the ride.
I haven't, realizing that God has saved me again (1st was when I was 3 and half, riding my tricycle across the street, and was hit by an American-steel, '60's Plymouth; 2nd was a head-on with another '60's Plymouth before the helmet law (yes, I was out blow-drying my hair)), and that I also promised my neices waiting at home that I was going to do something with them before they left that afternoon. Again, my responsibilty was to them, and I was, after all, alive. Thank God.
