Not traffic related but scary nonetheless. One night when I was a kid I got really mad at my mom and dad over some inconsequential thing. I went in my bedroom and grabbed my leather motorcycle coat, gloves, leather helmet, goggles and a scarf. I stomped out of the house to my little Harley Hummer (a 125cc 2 stroke bike). Got all my gear on and wrapped the scarf around my nose and mouth, pulled down the goggles, fired up and road away. It was a cold but moonlit night and I started down a stretch of country road ala Marlon Brando in The Wild One. The moon was behind me and I glanced down at my left rear view mirror and realized there was some really nasty, big eyed something on the bike behind me. I nearly jumped off the bike and was slowing fast when I realized I had bumped the mirror and I was seeing my own reflection in it. I know my heart almost stopped and I'm surprised I didn't have to change underwear. That would have been sometime around 1953 when I lived in Rogers, Arkansas.
Les - Woody Journal Rider #75
2009 Harley Lowrider and 2007 350Z