I almost got run over by a tank today. Yea, a tank. You know, those big squarish, 62 ton monsters that ruin the dreams of the enemies of the United States. Yea, one of those.
It was a pretty tame ride up to that point. I got spinning a bit later than normal, but that was OK, the training plan only called for an hour and I would be back in plenty of time to get a shower, a meal and a nap, in that order. So a bit later than normal meant that it was getting light out. I didn't need a light to see, I did need a light for others to see me.
I was slipping through the morning when I got on my third most unfavorite piece of road. This is the road that leads to the Entry Control Point, i.e. the gate to get on and off the forward operating base I live on. I hate this section because it is extremely dusty, and sometimes, dangerous.
So I turned the corner onto this section and ahead of me was a long line of stopped heavy trucks and Hummers coming in from a patrol. All vehicles have to stop after coming in the gates so that they can unload and clear their weapons. I stayed on my side of the road, they were going away from the gate, I was heading towards it and I knew it wouldn't be a problem. I stayed alert though and looked up towards the gate as I heard a heavy clanking and a turbine. "Ooh, tanks. I like tanks!" I thought as I peered through the heavy dust up ahead.
Seconds later, and only about 75 yards away there was indeed a tank. Coming towards me. Not slowing. Driver still inside his hatch using his tiny viewing blocks to drive. Not seeing me. Not seeing me. 50 yards away.
I make the intelligent choice and dodge between two trucks that don't have their drivers reloaded yet and get off the road. I figured that a big heavy truck between me and the tank was just what I needed. I got off my bike and walked a bit all the while enduring confused stares from the Soldiers coming off patrol.
Getting hit by a tank. Not recommended. For me it would be catastrophic. For the tank, well, that is where the title of this entry came from.