So I left work at 5pm on my chobber today. Pulled out of the parking lot and stopped behind a Ford pickup at the first intersection (4-way stop, 2 lane roads). A Dodge pickup turned the corner in front of the Ford and stopped beside me, facing the opposite direction in other lane. The Ford starts to backup, like he and the guy in the Dodge know each other and are about to have a conversation. Next thing I know my front tire is lodged underneath the Ford's rear bumper. Fortunately the guy stopped backing up or my bike stopped him. The guy in the Dodge honks his horn and I'm yelling and beating on the Ford's tailgate. I get the bike in neutral and start motioning to the idiot to pull forward. He pulls forward and the bike is free. I shut off the bike and get off. The guy gets out of the Ford and walks back toward me. Expletives are flying out of my mouth and my arms are flailing. The dude is like, "no habla Ingles", but says "kill me"...wtf? He jumps back in his truck and I kick a dent in the tailgate before he speeds off. I tried to remember his plate number, but I was too freaked out.
I started the bike and took off for home. Good thing I don't run a front fender. It would have been damaged. There's about an inch long scuff mark on one of the lower legs. The front tire is ok. No other damage.
Gotta watch these idiots closer and leave more room.