I'm out riding my street bike this morning with my 10 yr. old son on the back,
we came up on this pick up truck hauling a load of fresh cut hay bales. I backed off a little because of all the dust and hay flying all over (doing about 45mph) and let the truck get some distance.
About a mile down the road, a bale on top BLEW off and started to bounce down the road in front of me. I was hard on the brakes, swerving away from the direction I thought the bale was going. This road had no shoulders and there was a car right on my ass, I felt my son's grip on me tighten.
That damn bale was bouncing like a big green football, all over the place. It finally came to rest in the middle of the road, luckily the twine held it in one piece.
I went around it on the right and layed on the horn, (I have an air horn on my Harley) and the dumb ass pick up driver pulls a U turn in front of a telephone truck to go back and get it.
He could'nt do the U turn because there wasn't any shoulders, so he backs up in my lane, and pulls forward. I'm screaming at him, SECURE YOUR LOAD, YOU DUMB SONOVABITCH!!! , and I look, and he's on the friggin cell phone!
I think if my son wasn't with me, I'd go back and make him eat that bale.
A quarter mile down road I came up on a stop sign and I'm asking my boy if he's ok, I felt bad for cussing in front of him, and then, the car behind me blows the horn, scares the sheet out of me. I look back and an old woman sticks her head out the window and asks if I'm alright (she saw it all) I nodded to her and went on our way.
When we got home I gave my son a long hug, thinking of what could have happened. I know this has nothing to do with mopeds, but it's another of life's lessons. We are not on this planet very long, and there some idiot drivers that will make that time even shorter. Enjoy your time here.
Tomorrow, I'll ask my son if he wants to go for another ride.
Any truck drivers out there.... cover/tie the load.