Yea, it is definately flawed. Rarely do you see the access road traffic yield to the ramp, and the ramp traffic generally either forces its way in (pissed off) or comes toa screeching stop on teh ramp. Here is a little excerpt from an experience I had last weekend. I made a few mistakes myself. I sent this out on the squad list earlier in the week.
"Hi all, I received a scare the other night that I wanted to share with you. San Antonio is like all other big citied, traffic can be bad at times, and there is no shortage of certified idiots on the road. In this particular case, I made a couple of errors that could have gotten me killed.
First of all, I am only 36 days out from knee (ACL repair) surgery. The Doc advised me to stay off the bike for six months and I looked at him like he was crazy. My knee hurts, but it feels strong. Even so, I can’t ride for more than 30 minutes or so without the need to get off the bike and stretch it.
Its 9:30 Pm, Saturday night, riding east on the inner loop here in town heading out to catch the movie, "Pirates of the Caribbean". The speed limit is 60, I am cruising the far left lane (out of three) at around 70. I am approaching some slow traffic that occupies the two right lanes and some slow cars are entering the interstate from the right onramp. I not the Z-28 and read him like a book. He proceeds to cross all the lanes to mine in front of me. I had slowed in anticipation of this. Thats pretty much par for course. Well, he takes the lane, but slows to the same pace as the rest of the traffic. I ease up behind him to let him know I want to pass. The car jams his brakes hard! I scrub speed off to avoid his bumper; he keeps locking his brakes to make me hit him. I give him the brights (this was a mistake on my part, as I figure out minutes later) and back off after actually locking my front wheel briefly (I later changed into clean underwear). Eventually, I get to a point where I can pass him in the center lane. I pull along side and slow and look at the guy like "what is your problem?” This was a second mistake of mine. In the car were four big looking men, and they are drunk, stupid, and have no regard for my life whatsoever. I ease away from them and continue on to my destination at a reasonable speed. In my mirror I see the Z coming at a high rate of speed, they pull up to me and just stare at me. At this point, I am getting a little anxious. I give the bike some throttle and pull away from them and weave through traffic at around 80-90 mph, undoubtedly making the other drivers around me a little nervous. I just wanted to put some distance between the drunks and me. I get to an intersection of I-35 and the loop and go north on 35. I am easing along again at around 74 in a posted 65 when I not the Z coming fast in my mirrors. It isn’t over, crap. They ease up beside me and swerve into my lane in an apparent attempt to hit me. I evade and slow down behind them. The passenger starts tossing beer bottles at me. Luckily I didn't get hit. At this point, I am very un-nerved. I go WOT and leave them behind as I scream down the Hwy at speeds in excess of 120 mph. My get off is coming soon and I don't want them in eyeshot when I take it. Its over now, but I am really shaken up. I couldn't really enjoy the movie either. I used to pack a handgun when I lived in Dallas, but gave it up after I started producing little boys. I am glad I didn’t have it then, I would have likely been in a lot of trouble today."
