So far I've only been in one cager-instigated close call.
splitting lanes in rush hour, got a jeep cherokee coming up on the left, passing a semi on the right, going slow cos the semi scares the shit outta me... just clear the cab and the JEEP changes lanes while I'm next to it! just had enough time to jink right and gas it, car's mirror whacks mine and knocks it askew...
whew.
then there was the time I was still kinda getting used to the FZ, just got off the old standard so I tended to use a bit too much rear brake... riding down 4, and traffic starts to bunch up... slow down a tad, and all of a sudden WHAT THE HELL big blue-plastic wrapped BLOCKS of god knows what tumbling around on the freeway?? plot evasive course rear brake REAR WHEEL LOCKED ah shit, fishtail the bike around these whatever they were (and a couple of cars) and then pull over and breathe hard for a few minutes.
riding up in foothills outside of Jackson, little road called Tabaud Rd, basically a paved access/maintenance track for the power line, right? conditions perfect, running along at around 60, right in the rhythm for the curves, come up a hill around this corner and WHERE'S THE ROAD? emergency braking, get into gravel and the rear locks again, now I'm in grass and still slowing, coming up on a barbed wire fence head on and.. i stopped just short of it. look left. no road, that's somebody's driveway. look right... oh, there's the road.
maneuver bike around in first, get back on the road in the right direction, and then the shakes hit.
Yah I've had too many damn close calls.
! I am lucky to be alive and well from what I hear! I'll probably feel all the back pain when I'm old and grey, but for now I am alright! 
but all I did was weave in my lane since any further left it would have been an island.
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