Ok... so I made a nice ride down to White River Lake. I went across this two lane raised bridge/water dam and made it just fine, but had to turn around to get back to the house.
As I'm going across it this idiot in a early 90's chevy blazer then crosses into my lane coming at me. My wife is with me and I start freaking out and blowing the horn and flashing the light. I'm not just talking he come over a little bit... by the time he stopped coming over both front tires were across the line.
I went from really scared to really ****ed in two seconds flat. Thoughts started racing through my head... was he playing with me, was he looking off the bridge and not paying attention, did he think I was someone else, did he think he could play chicken?
I know I should get some pretty good responses to this, but man it made me ****ed almost all the way home.... then I founds some good curves. I just rode off, being noncronfontational, far from home, and without a pistol in the plains of West Texas.