10-08-2014, 07:44 AM
As my old bike trainer used to say..."ride like every other bugger on the road is out to kill you" and some days it feels like he's spot on.
My close(st) shave came on my beloved first bike, a battered but lively VF500 on a roundabout.
I was on the roundabout intending to go straight across, and to my left, waiting to enter the roundabout was an elderly gent and his wife on a Sunday afternoon drive, and yes, he had a flat cloth cap on (Brit stereotype).
In best defensive riding mode, I made eye contact with him to be sure he'd seen me, and just as I'm straightening up, yes, he pulls out in front of me.
You've heard the expression 'time slowed down' and it really did.
I cranked the bike hard over, and distinctly remember my brain coolly working out that I was going to hit the driver's door (and serve the daft old git right if I ended up in his lap), then I cranked the bike even further over, and again my brain's moving the point of impact, past the 'A' pillar, onto the front wing (at which point it's telling me to stand up just before impact so as to have a chance of going over and skipping down the road beyond)
I'd like to say I missed him by a whisker, but I can't as I distinctly remember some part of my bike made contact with some part of his car, and then I was past, still upright.
He drove on, and I pulled over.
The irrational, non-calculating part of my brain is now screaming "get after him and ....show him the error of his ways..ahem". But I was just so glad to be still in one piece that I just sat there with a stupid grin on my face.
My close(st) shave came on my beloved first bike, a battered but lively VF500 on a roundabout.
I was on the roundabout intending to go straight across, and to my left, waiting to enter the roundabout was an elderly gent and his wife on a Sunday afternoon drive, and yes, he had a flat cloth cap on (Brit stereotype).
In best defensive riding mode, I made eye contact with him to be sure he'd seen me, and just as I'm straightening up, yes, he pulls out in front of me.
You've heard the expression 'time slowed down' and it really did.
I cranked the bike hard over, and distinctly remember my brain coolly working out that I was going to hit the driver's door (and serve the daft old git right if I ended up in his lap), then I cranked the bike even further over, and again my brain's moving the point of impact, past the 'A' pillar, onto the front wing (at which point it's telling me to stand up just before impact so as to have a chance of going over and skipping down the road beyond)
I'd like to say I missed him by a whisker, but I can't as I distinctly remember some part of my bike made contact with some part of his car, and then I was past, still upright.
He drove on, and I pulled over.
The irrational, non-calculating part of my brain is now screaming "get after him and ....show him the error of his ways..ahem". But I was just so glad to be still in one piece that I just sat there with a stupid grin on my face.