I have had so many near misses with motorcyclists over the years that it isn’t even funny. They just come out of nowhere going way over the speed limit. If they are suicidal they should just jump off a bridge. They always blame the car driver for not seeing them.
1) I had a close call when turning right at a stop sign. A motorcycle was being tailgated by a pickup truck, so my glance told me that the pickup truck had one headlight out.
2) Connecticut's I-84 through Hartford has "midnight motorcycle races" that can triple the speed limit. 'Something to experience as "lane-splitting" is necessary for them.
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I used to motorcycle commute. What’s save my butt on many occasions was this simple rule: assume you are invisible. It let you drive anyway you want, knowing you’re responsible for whether or not you get hit. I never did. Get hit.