I almost got "SPLAT"ed on my way back from work today. It was around 9pm...past rush hour and the traffic was moving quite easily. I'm heading into Lincoln Tunnel to get over to New Jersey going about 60mph(55zone), although I should have been slower, but heck I didn't see too many cars around me, which is quite rare in this part of the city.
Anyway, lo and behold, one of the two tunnel entrance is closed due to contstruction and I see slow moving traffic on the other side. The way the road curved prevented me and other cars from seeing the road closing sign till very late in the turn, and I had to make a quick decision to slow down to merge left, while not too slow that I get rear ended. At that point, I had this gut instinct like spidey sense that the driver behind me was busy looking at the blinking/cascading road closing sign above and may not slow down fast enough behind me, so I didn't slow much.
All of a sudden, I see this b!tch a$$ YELLOW CAB swerving into me from the right with a quick 45degree turn to his steering wheel, I think he was looking up at the sign too then trying to go for the open space in the lane to my left. He didn't see me at all until he was maybe 1 or 2 feet from taking me out. Unbelievably I dipped to the left to avoid him, then instinctually squeezed the front break in horror, causing me to straighten up.
At the moment I felt as though I was in this vulnerable bubble that's about to get popped any second. I understand what you guys mean by "target fixation" now because I just went straight towards the beginning of guard rail. Instead of looking for an exit plan, I'm staring at the guard rail thinking about useless sh!t like how rusty the guard rail is, why I haven't installed frame sliders, damn I need to be wearing kneepads, I hope NO SUV's etc etc...all while I'm staring harder and harder at the guardrail. I get real close to the guard rain in uncomfortable speed straight on, decides to look to the open space to my left.
My worst luck, I start seeing gravels and sand patches EVERYWHERE!!! I had two choices. Risking headon collision with guardrail at 5 to 15mph or swerve on gravel and drop my bike. For some reason, I chose the first, hit both front/rear brakes. Rear of course locks up, it always does for me. I Skidded till my front wheel was maybe 6inches away from impact. WHEW. I turned around immediately to make sure there was no one behind me about to do the same thing. I see the taxi driver stopped, looked to see I was okay, and drove away.
I'm not mad at the guy, because he's just another careless driver. We'll always have them. I came home spooked and disturbed that my RIDING SKILL SUX!!!