On Golf Balls and Vigilantism
This morning, as I rode to my office I had two near-accident situations that were both caused by truck drivers not paying any attention at all as they violated numerous traffic laws and regulations. I have been known to kick vehicles that do stupid things like that, but these ended up too far away to do anything like that.
As I arrived at my office, I parked my bike in its usual place in the office’s underground parking garage. As I was turnin off the engine, my eyes caught sight of something bright orange on the ground in a dirty corner of the garage. It was a fluorescent orange golf ball.
I picked it up, dusted it off, and looked at it. Immediately I had a mental image of me riding down the road with a bag full of bright orange golf balls, and when someone does something particularly stupid and endangering to me, I reach into my bag, pull out a golf ball, and hurl it at the offending vehicle.
This image makes me smile, and it sounds like it would be a very personally-satisfying thing to do. I’m sure it’s not, but I can’t figure out why and I can’t think of a better way to alert drivers to the presence of motorcycles and they danger that drivers pose to motorcycle riders than to go all Bernard Getz with golf balls.
Someone clue me in to the problems with my thinking before I find myself driving slowly past the golf shops near my office…