Tag Archive: bikers

First of all, he’s all right. I was traveling down Eagle Peak Road, just before Pine Hills Road (Julian area folks will recognize these), where that deep S curve is, the one the water crosses? Well, as I was rounding that corner, along came a motorcyclist, far into my lane, so far, in fact, that he was only about three feet off the edge of the road on my side. His two friends were right behind him. He immediately ditched his bike, which was easy because he was so deeply angled into his turn already; he just had to lift his leg and let go and the bike skidded off to the side of the road. He, however, continued straight into my path, rolling horizontally towards my tires. I hit the brakes and the horn (out of reflex) simultaneously, and I watched in horror as he disappeared under my hood.

Not knowing if my car was resting on his body, I got out and ran to the front, and saw the guy writhing around in pain on the ground right in front of my car’s nose. Missed him by about a foot. Luckily, I was only going around 15 miles per hour. They’d been going around 30-35.

I backed the car up a few feet to give the guy some room. You can see my skid marks — he was laying a couple feet in front of their terminus. His two friends were very nice, even asked if I was okay. They made sure the cops knew I wasn’t at fault (although the marks on the road don’t lie). Surreally, Randy, one of my neighbors, happened to drive by and offered to stay. Very nice. The paramedics were called. His shoulder was messed up and there was a wound on his elbow, too. Parameds jacked him up with morphine (not enough, though) and carted him off to Palomar Hospital. He was in shock by that time, visibly shaking. Apparently yesterday was his 50th birthday.

The local sheriff arrived and took my information and statement. Had to stick around and wait for Highway Patrol to come and make their report, too. Took around an hour to get going. Since he never actually touched my car, I’m a witness instead of a party to the scene. That’s good.

Hilariously, I scolded the two friends for cutting blind corners like that, like an angry mother hen. Even shook my finger in their faces! Can you imagine? 🙂

Damn motorcyclists! Stay on your side of the road!

Regarding my recent post about Critical Mass bicyclists:

My husband Rich is friends with the owner of a bike shop. He attended one of these gatherings, once – never again – and here's why:

  • They forced an anbulance with lights and sirens running to stop for them.
  • They went onto the freeway.
  • There was cocaine and methamphetemines being snorted during the ride.
  • Many were not wearing helmets (I know, but it's a cardinal sin among that crowd).

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Mongols Biker Gang

This weekend, the local news media made a big to-do about the fact that the Mongols biker gang had rented spaces at the La Jolla Indian Reservation campground for their annual meeting. I guess a brawl broke out at the last one in Laughlin when the Hells Angels, their arch-rivals, crashed their meeting. The police were going to make sure that as long as they were law-abiding, there'd be no trouble. They'd ticketed a few bikes coming in, mostly for registration or equipment violations. The meeting was supposed to last through Sunday.

Well, on Sunday Rich & I drove to Murietta to visit our families. Our backcountry route takes us right past the campground they were using. We figured we'd see an increased police presence, but BOY we were shocked at what we did see.

Along a 10-mile stretch of road, I counted 52 Highway Patrol and Sheriff vehicles, 2 helicopters, and one SWAT team tank, complete with a dude's head in a metal helmet sticking out the turret.

They all had semi-automatic rifles. They'd park along the side of the road in groups of four or more vehicles, and stand there glaring at every car that went by, holding their rifles. They'd partially block the road, so people would have to edge over the double-yellow line to creep past – not a comfortable situation when there's also traffic coming from the other direction.

In all this activity, we saw only ONE motorcyclist who was being questioned.

What a total waste of tax-paid resources. What if there had been a real emergency in the County? I hope those cops felt silly. I hope the Mongols got a really good laugh seeing all the fuss being made over them. Good heavens.


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