Worker dude changed lanes to the left, once, then twice until he was in the fast lane. With him just behind me on the left, I couldn't help but glance in my mirrors at the sight of him. His motorcycle was hardly a "chopper," more a dirt bike on the freeway. His collared shirt peeked through the top of his "biker jacket," and he had a certain awkward posture as he hunched over his bike. Poor schlep, I thought. You should be driving an Accord or another acceptable mid-size sedan.
That's when it happened.
Worker dude went to his hip to remove something. Wha? Could it be? Is he actually? Yup, there was no denying the near-patent thumb-flipping motion of reading his Blackbery, while driving a motorcycle, in the fast lane, on the 5 freeway, oh yeah for three entire miles! No joke.
I swear I was just about to take a picture of him. My camera was on the passenger seat, in perfect reach. But I thought better of being a hypocrite of using such technology while, oh I dunno, DRIVING. You'll just have to take my word for it.