The driver and I were side by side, heading the same direction. The driver was on my left. She pulled a half a car length ahead of me them began to merge into my lane. Clearly she was unaware I was there. I was riding in her blind spot.
No problem. I saw this coming. I squeezed the brakes and dropped behind her. This happens at least once a day when I commute, and I don't think anything of it. I don't get upset, I just accept it and move on.
A moment later she realized her mistake, returned to her lane, and waved an apology. I waved a dismissal . . . No problem. This happens occasionally.
Then at the next stop light, the two of up drove up side by side to sit and wait for the green. She rolled down her window. I could see now she was an older lady. She called out to me, "I am SO sorry. I
didn't see you. I just feel terrible." She was distraught.
It's hard to converse with a full face helmet on. I've found the older generation especially are intimidated by motorcyclists -- perhaps some ancient stigma associated with bikes from a by-gone era. We're not all Hell's Angels any more.
I opened my face plate, but the chin bar still obscures my mouth and, I'm sure, makes it harder to hear me. It makes lip reading impossible.
"Don't worry about it," I replied, cheerfully. "It's not a problem at all."
She apologized profusely again, and I again reassured her there was no harm done.
The light turned green, and we both continued on our way.
It occurred to me that I had just witnessed, and participated in, an incident of "Road Grace", the opposite of "Road Rage."
How many cagers would be so thoughtful as to apologize for a lane changing indiscretion?
How many motorcyclists would accept the apology if offered?
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