Enter the cager

A few posts ago, we reported that SOB Dollymom had been rear-ended in a crash at U.S. 29 and Hydraulic. Luckily for her, that turned out not to be the case.

Unfortunately for someone else, it was the case.

Unfortunately for Dollymom, she got hit in the front tire at almost the same time on the same day as the SOB who asslammed, thus leading to the confusion.

Still wearing the bruises from the crazed cager's assault, D-mom is back to work but her V-Star 650 Silverado is probably done for. According to D, she and her old man were at the McIntire Road/U.S. 250 Bypass intersection near the rescue squad building, ready to turn left onto the Bypass.

When the light turned green, she led the way with a slow and cautious turn -- D is not a racer -- into the intersection.

That's when the cager hit her, blowing the red light from the inside lane of eastbound U.S. 250, slamming into her front tire, bending the forks, throwing the bike so that it faced eastbound and slamming D and the bike against the passenger side.

Not braking at all, the car continued its eastbound course, its back bumper hanging on the V-Star's rear tire and being torn off, twisting the bike again to the right and throwing D off and onto the ground.

By the time the woman came to a stop farther up the Bypass, D was up.

She was shaken, rightfully so, and still is, rightfully so.

As most SOBs do, I tried to think of what I could do to prevent something similar from happening to me. I rode by the intersection and realized there are things that worked against her that would be difficult to overcome.

For instance, sitting at McIntire waiting for the light, the white lines on the road behind which you are supposed to stop are so far back, you cannot see eastbound traffic approaching. On top of the setback distance -- made so emergency vehicles have easy egress/ingress -- there are shrubs and plantings that make seeing idiots about to run the light damn near impossible.

You would have to, in short, pull into the intersection, stop, peer to the left and see if anyone was coming through the light, meaning you would get asslammed in a heartbeat from the power-tied bluesuit in the BMW behind you.

D moved cautiously into the intersection, which is why the crazed cager only caught the front tire and not her. She did what she could do.

Sometimes it's just up to fate.