The car changed lanes causing the motorcycle to take evasive action.

The rider accelerated, pulled alongside and began shouting at the driver:

“Hey mate, how about having a look!”

But I saw it all. The bike had been traveling for quite some time in the car’s blindspot. It wouldn’t have mattered how hard the driver looked, there was no way he could have seen him.

But that didn’t occur to the rider. 

It was a blindspot.


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