A few times each year I need to take big junk to our local recycling center. Metal stuff – old fencing, pipe, or a tank or the like. Either in the truck, or on this occasion, I needed my large trailer to haul the stuff. Going to the recycling center is always a great chance to catch up on the most local of news – what’s going on in our township. The exit heading out of the recycling center is wide open from a visibility standpoint, level, two driveways, allowing for entering and exiting vehicles to each have a space, and you can see way up and down the road in front easily. Ideal, really. I pulled up to the stop sign at the exit, looked left, looked right, and was putting my foot on the gas to pull out when I felt a hand on my shoulder again, urgently pulling me back, and this time I heard a loud “Look left again!” I slammed on my brakes at the sound and the feeling, and there on my left was a big Harley or GoldWing, full speed just a few car-lengths from my truck and trailer.
Someone was watching out for me that day. And the motorcycle driver.