Almost got yeeted into the afterlife by a garbage truck

The other weekend I decided to go on a bit of a road trip and took a 4 hour highway trip and made an all day event of taking back roads out of it through bumfuck New Mexico.Somewhere near the halfway mark, I got stuck behind a garbage truck. So I do my thing and go to pass as soon as I find a safe stretch of road to do so. Thing is, those fuckers leave their hazard lights on all the time and I'm not known for being telepathic, so there was no way for me to anticipate him making a left turn onto a barely visible dirt road right as I was alongside him.It all happened faster than I could think, but I'm so happy that I took the time to develop good habits and instincts. If I had braked instead of swerved, I would've hit the side of the truck. If I had squeezed the brakes any harder once or if I had tried to correct once on the sandy "shoulder", I would've eaten shit. And if I had not caught myself target fixating immediately, I may have gotten decapitated by the sign I was terrified of hitting. And had any of those things happened, I likely would've died alone in the middle of nowhere if I didn't have good friends along with me in case of an emergency.Afterwards I was weirdly unfazed, likely from coming down from the adrenaline rush, and was more concerned about possibly having gotten a mesquite thorn stuck in one of my tubes because I continued to ride for another 3 hours afterwards.This was definitely a learning experience for me, albeit a terrifying one. I have a little more confidence in my ability to keep my cool, but I also realised that I still have a lot left to learn. And there's nothing like almost dying to make you a bit more careful on the road. via /r/motorcycles https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/bu1tib/almost_got_yeeted_into_the_afterlife_by_a_garbage/?utm_source=ifttt