Heed 505

Especially in Southern California. It doesn’t seem to matter what day of the week or even time for that matter. If you’re on the 405 freeway its going to be jam packed tighter than a ‘70s disco. Under normal circumstances, I avoid that stretch of road like a frat kid shuns sobriety, but in some cases it just has to be tackled.
 
If I’m alone and carrying a light gear load, I make sure that I tackle the trip on the fastest, skinniest, loudest, most flashy motorcycle I can get my hands on, thereby ensuring that I’ll slice right through traffic like the ball in a pinball machine. But then, quite often unfortunately, there’s extra stuff that needs to be transported, an extra person, or even worse sketchy weather—which means only one thing—I’ve got to drive. As I crawl pass the hoards of fellow solo drivers in their bland, generic looking four wheelers I can’t help but wonder how or why they haven’t discovered motorcycling? 
 
I mean it’s nearly impossible not to notice a motorcycle as it zooms past your side mirror almost taking it off. The noise alone is enough to startle even a motorcycle friendly driver such as myself. Don’t drivers notice how quickly motorcyclists are able to slip between them and disappear off into the distance? Or are people so distracted with whatever is going on in their lives that they don’t even recognize how much of their own precious time could be saved by trading in four wheels for two?