I was on my normal morning route to work – a little earlier than usual because I’m backing up my team leader, who’s out today. And I was not looking forward to it on a Friday, and on this particular Friday. So I was bombing along passing big-ass trucks on the right because there was a motorcyclist riding along over on the left, and I wanted to give him plenty of room. And he had that body language that big guys on big bikes get: leaning back in a relaxed, uber-macho position with his big engineer boots propped up on…