In a (Light) Flash

It’s Friday again and I’m still alive.  And had a flash of instant karma.

A week ago, I narrowly missed being mechanically separated from my motorcycle by a driver who ran a red light while yakking on the cell phone. Tonight, I was riding the bike again, and once more, stopped at a light. Different light. In the city.

I was first at the light with my visor up, so I could breathe. It’s summer an that means the air feels like you are living in a dog’s mouth. I checked my rear view mirror (you want to know what’s going to honk when the light turns green). Right behind me was a police car. Makes me nervous.police lights

The light turned green and I pulled the visor down and checked the intersection. Sure enough, from my left came a car that showed no sign of stopping. Yes, he was on the phone. I waited for him to clear the intersection and was about to roll forward when I was washed in blue and red flashing lights and blinking headlights. I thought I was going to wet my leather seat. But the police car pulled out from behind me, and made a sharp right turn. The light running phone yakker was pulled over in half a block.

Makes a person feel good to drive by and wave.

–Quinn McDonald is a writer and motorcycle rider. You can see her work at   Image: