Officer McGruff, Reporting as Ordered

I may be slowly turning into Officer McGruff. Tell me if I overreacted in any of these San Diego incidents:

-I am driving on the freeway. Normal I-15 traffic, cars are moving at 55 mph. I look over two lanes to the right and a kid in a hoodie is texting while he drives. He is not even looking up. No joke, my heart starts beating practically out of my uniform. I honk at him, he glances over. I point at him with two fingers and then I point at my eyes and then back at him. He does some weird hand gesture. Not that gesture. But something. He does put his phone down. I slow and follow him from a hundred feet for five miles or so. He finally gets off the freeway.

-Right down my street, two professional-looking cyclists are riding side-by-side on a road with very little shoulder. (They are lawyers or accountants or doctors, professionals. Not professional cyclists, surely. They do have all the latest gear though.) They are also chatting away, without a care in the world. I roll down my window and tell them to get single-file. They flick me off and go about their business as before. Then I see this happen in other places two more times in quick succession. Cyclists riding side-by-side.

-Just driving home today, two totally rad skaters (well, not rad at all) are skateboarding in the opposing lane against traffic. I honk as I go by and make the pushing motion. As in: get the freak over there, idiots. One of the skaters, who is wearing a ski cap in 78 degree weather, thinks I am waving and waves back. I shush him over. Maybe he gets it, maybe not.

Am I being nosy? I’ve had accidents on the road and don’t want to see others go through that mess. Do I need to mind my own business? Has this occurred in the past and I’ve been too nonchalant too see it? (This I doubt. I am non many things, but chalant is not one of them.) Am I becoming a curmudgeon?

8 thoughts on “Officer McGruff, Reporting as Ordered”

  1. Oh, my gosh! Do I feel your pain. I live right off a road that is a favorite for bicyclists and they routinely form clumps and drive down the road at brisk 10 miles per hour. Another favorite is to ignore lights and stop signs. Get any group of my neighbors together, mention the bicyclists, and eatch my neighbors go ballistic. We’ve all had “heart attack” moments thanks to these holier-than-thou bikers, who think their greeness gives them a pass from traffic rules and the Laws of Physics (as in my big car can too easily crush you and your flimsy bike).

    With regard to the other brain-dead travelers, they’re out there and they’re very scary. Defensive driving is the only way to go, although I find it impossible to be appropriately defensive at all times.

    1. Good, it felt odd to get flicked off by a guy riding on a busy street who was side-by-side another guy. As it were, the speed limit at that point was 35 MPH, I believe. He could have easily gotten knocked over by a passing driver.

  2. Aww, you are good Navy One. I think your intentions were in the right place. As Ron White says “you can’t fix stupid.”


  3. When we lived in NM, I complained loudly and often about the bicyclists on the winding mountain roads. It was scary to come around a corner at 55 MPH to find a group of bicycles in the road. Many times there was no way to get in the other lane due to oncoming traffic. Now that I am a bicyclist, I have to complain about the cars passing me. I get over as far as I can and sometimes off the road completely to have some idiot speed by me when he could get easily get in the other lane – we have some pretty open roads here and you can see a long ways. I’ve also had motorcycles riding side by side nearly plow me down when riding on these roads. If I have to ride single-file, surely they could too.

    1. By the way, my grand-daughters would not know who McGruff is, but they watch some cartoon to learn their safety rules. When someone does something wrong, like their grand-dad not buckling his seat-belt immediately, they both holler, “Safety Violation!”

  4. Before I moved away from the Connecticut shoreline, those of us who resided there almost always commented on the tremendous number of cyclists who rode unconcerned on US Route 1 without a care in the world…they behave as if they are the only individuals on the road and it’s completely maddening…and it’s not as if they bicycle two by two which I’ve never seen…at least on a two lane road they understand they might get hit…but they seem to not understand how close they are to being struck down …the roads are not superhighways but secondary roads that highlight most of the Connecticut system…I 95, I 91 and I 84are the only major thoroughfares in the state…I might have missed a few but most of Connecticut is rural…k

    1. I will say this as someone who has ridden a fair amount: any cyclist that does not obey the rules of the road gets what he/she has coming to him/her.

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