Carma?

Earlier this week, on the way home from CostCo, I annoyed a motorcyclist. I didn’t see him as I changed lanes on Groat road. He had to swerve out of the way. When we were next to each other I yelled out an apology and things seemed fine from there.
This incident has improved my driving skills. I’m now taking better care when changing lanes. However, I’m not taking total blame on this. Maybe I was changing lanes with insufficient signaling, but he may have been speeding along, faster than the speed limit. Groat road is known for motorcyclists going too fast. I know, I’ve done it.
The right thing to do would be to take total responsibility, but I have to live with myself, and wallowing in guilt is no way to live. I’m tired of doing that.
This might explain why I haven’t taken my scooter out this year. It’s not safe if there are people like me on the road.
The complete opposite is also true.
Today, on the way home from CostCo, I was on Groat road and I saw a motorcyclist ahead of me, heading in the opposite direction. He took the curve a little too quickly and hit the divider. There was a spray of rocks and gravel, but he kept going. It didn’t look comfortable. However, two seconds later, a rock from his collision hit my windshield, leaving a nice divot.
That does not look cheap to repair.
When I last went to get an oil change at the Honda dealership, they phoned my up after about an expensive repair my car also needed. They mentioned parts I’ve never heard of, and did not tell me the consequences of not fixing it. I’m not sure if it was them looking for trouble, or another repair that will cost me money to fix.
I’m going camping tomorrow. I’m not driving.