Since the thread is drifting...
- When I rode, I tended to leave room between me and the car ahead at stoplights just so I could squirt between cars if I saw the one behind me closing a little too fast and , it seemed to me, wasn't seeing me.
- I never split lanes. I never felt small enough to do it. And my mom, who happily split lanes on a Harley dresser, thought I was a total wimp.
- I stopped riding after a completely unavoidable car accident. That accident taught me that despite the fact that riding a motorcycle gave me better situational awareness and the superior braking and accelerating that could enable me to get out of bad situations, there were some situations that were total no-win scenarios. If I had been on my bike, I would have died. I never rode again.