Head On

I finally separate myself from the swarm of bees (other fellow motorcyclists) and me and Old Blue (now fully recovered from the accident two weeks ago) are in easy rider mode. I am flowing with traffic and keeping a safe distance behind the bus in front of me. As the bus slows and manueveres left to pick up a passenger I take the opportunity accelerate and pass on the right. Now, almost about to overtake the bus, a man runs out from in front of the slowing bus without checking both ways. A foolish mistake. He is now in my direct path. He starts to emulate John Travolta in Saturday night live in order to avoid me but his moves aren't as polished. As I skid out of control I know his efforts are fruitless (I did like his moves though)as are mine. I plow into him and lift him off the ground head on. He wraps around the front of my Vespa and our wide eyes meet for a brief but seemingly long second, and then it' all over. I reach out a hand to him as he tries to catch the breath that has been knocked from his lungs. He walks away stunned and waves me on. I start Old Blue and the oncoming traffic allows me to get back in my proper lane.