Mikeybikey57
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When I was last involved in an altercation of the vehicular kind, I thought to myself that the law of averages would render me relatively hassle free for the rest of the year at least. I mean, 8 months of ill health, heart surgery, being side swiped by vans etcetera, you'd have thought that fate had buggered me about enough for a while.
Well apparently not!
I went for a decent ride out to meet my friend Andy earlier today and, given the mild weather, decided to leave a few hours early and take the scenic route. About 15 miles from my destination, I was riding through a very picturesque Derbyshire village and began to pull up to a stop at a mini-roundabout. When out of nowhere………... BANG!
Next thing I know, i'm doing a passable impersonation of an olympic pommel horse gymnast, before being unceremoniously dumped onto the centre of the roundabout with my S10 on top of me.
Once I had regained my senses, I saw a large german made saloon car in the spot where I previously was. Apparently the driver of said car hadn't noticed me and had driven her car right up my chuff.
Having picked myself up off the floor and checked that all my limbs were attached and functioning, I was able to pick my bike up and wheel it over to the side of the road. The lady who hit me was hugely apologetic and admitted full responsibility on the spot but still insisted that she hadn't seen me. Given that I was dressed like an attendee at a fluorescent clothing fetishists convention, I didn't think it unreasonable to ask when she'd last had her eyesight tested.
After checking the damage to my bike, swapping our names, addresses and insurance details, I managed to limp her home without too much trouble but i'm now quite sore and thoroughly pissed off at the prospect of having to deal with insurance companies………... and all that it implies.
I am so very grateful to be in one piece and to only be hurting through bumps and bruises. I'm all too well aware that it could have been so much worse too but given everything that's happened over the year, I am left feeling that someone "up there" may be trying to tell me maybe it's time to hang up my boots and helmet?
Well apparently not!
I went for a decent ride out to meet my friend Andy earlier today and, given the mild weather, decided to leave a few hours early and take the scenic route. About 15 miles from my destination, I was riding through a very picturesque Derbyshire village and began to pull up to a stop at a mini-roundabout. When out of nowhere………... BANG!
Next thing I know, i'm doing a passable impersonation of an olympic pommel horse gymnast, before being unceremoniously dumped onto the centre of the roundabout with my S10 on top of me.
Once I had regained my senses, I saw a large german made saloon car in the spot where I previously was. Apparently the driver of said car hadn't noticed me and had driven her car right up my chuff.
Having picked myself up off the floor and checked that all my limbs were attached and functioning, I was able to pick my bike up and wheel it over to the side of the road. The lady who hit me was hugely apologetic and admitted full responsibility on the spot but still insisted that she hadn't seen me. Given that I was dressed like an attendee at a fluorescent clothing fetishists convention, I didn't think it unreasonable to ask when she'd last had her eyesight tested.
After checking the damage to my bike, swapping our names, addresses and insurance details, I managed to limp her home without too much trouble but i'm now quite sore and thoroughly pissed off at the prospect of having to deal with insurance companies………... and all that it implies.
I am so very grateful to be in one piece and to only be hurting through bumps and bruises. I'm all too well aware that it could have been so much worse too but given everything that's happened over the year, I am left feeling that someone "up there" may be trying to tell me maybe it's time to hang up my boots and helmet?
