Mr. Combatscoot recently posted about his frustration with meeting riders he doesn't know in traffic. It seems that they just don't behave around him at all.
I haven't had this happen to me to the same extent, perhaps because I'm on a motorcycle, while he rides a scooter. However, I have certainly encountered my share of rude moto-conduct from other unknown riders.
Today, however, I have to tell you about my delightful brush with courtesy. This morning I was enjoying my usual frogger-like merge onto the freeway and over to the HOV lane, and was frustrated by the large number (four, one for each lane) of people who actually sped up so I couldn't get in front of them. Damn snow birds.
I finally got over to the "fast" lane, and I was waiting for my opportunity to hit the hyperjet and enjoy the glorious freedom (relative) of the HOV lane. Keeping one eye on my mirrors and the other on the Lincoln Super-Mega-Beast-Ugly-Fuggin-Waste-Oughta-Be-Burned-Truckster in front of me, I noticed something odd in my mirror. A sportbike.
A sportbike, in and of itself, isn't that weird, but one where the rider is WAVING ME IN is. What a guy! I got into the HOV lane, enjoyed my 3 second burst of acceleration, and then settled into cruise position.
The gentleman riding behind me stayed at a safe, but not stand-offish distance. I was hoping we'd exit at the same place so I could give him mad props and high fives for not being a dink, but he disappeared to exit several miles before my own exit. Oh well.
So, gentlemanly sportbiker dude, where ever you are, you rock.