I apologize ahead of time for my RANT.
My commute to work is about 30 miles of Interstate divided highway, 2 to 3 lanes traveling in each direction. I lately have been using my V about 2 days per week and use my car the other days.
Maybe I'm doing something wrong when I ride my V on the Interstate?
Several times a year, for the past several years, I have experienced cars that attempt to change lanes, at freeway speeds - right into me and my V!
In order to better my chances for survival, I pretty much ride most of the commute with my thumb at the ready, almost resting on my horn button; I carefully watch the vehicles around me for distracted drivers; I try to minimize my time spent in other drivers blind spots; I've installed two very loud "freeway-blaster horns" (a low and a high tone); I installed a loud-ish Yoshi exhaust (outlet pointed to the rear, of course
); If my lane is flowing faster than the one beside me, I carefully keep one eye on the vehicles in the slower moving lane - watching the top of their front tire - looking for the first sign of one turning toward the lane that I'm riding in, etc.
Guess what? I was almost punted into the guard rail (again) this morning!
I was semi-alert to this sedan in the right lane because 1) the right lane was moving about 10 mph slower than the left lane (my lane) which was moving about 70 mph and 2) the sedan was maybe set slightly closer to the left side of its own lane, nearer the dashed white line / lane markers.
Part of me was thinking - hey, the drivers window is open a good 10 inches, this driver should be able to hear my Yoshi exhaust that is about 10 feet from their ear, and it won't take me long to zip through this drivers "blind spot". But NO. Here they come - barging into my space... I blast the horns... and they slowly slink back into the right lane. I did not see the driver, if it was a man or woman, if they were on the cell phone, etc., because I was busy looking at their left front wheel steering into my lane and watching their left front fender lurch very close to my right leg. [ok, they missed me by about 10 or 12 inches, but still...!
Ok, rant is over... I feel a little better now.
I am open to any suggestions that you guys may have to increase my chances for survival.