Another idiot story from today.
A mile from home is a gentle slope with a staggered double right angle bend at the top and a slope down after it. The road either side of the bends is single track and unobstructed so there is a clear view for anyone approaching it from either way. Today, the road is wet but the rain has stopped.
I am halfway between the two bends, in bright coloured clothing on a bright yellow bike. Coming the other way is a medium size motorbike at about 30 to 40mph so I make sure I'm hugging the left hand side of the road. As I approach the bend, the motorbike leans hard over and takes it on my side of the road, so much so that the rider is overhanging the verge to my left and is coming at me head on.
I have no time at all to react. All I see is a slight twitch as the bike goes past me by inches. There is the sound of a skid, a dull crunch, a brief engine rev and then silence.
I turn round, dreading what I will find, but fortunately things are ok. A young lad is prising his motorbike out of a hedge: the engine is caked in several inches of mud and grass turf and the boy's leg is sodden and plastered in mud but he is unhurt.
He is so clearly shaken up and I'm so relieved he is ok that any thoughts of berating him for nearly hitting me head on disappear. His take on it? "I was trying to take the corner grand prix style" Clearly he thought this useless excuse was somehow better than "I'll scare this cyclist by cutting across him but then I lost it on a wet road".
Anyway, I'm unhurt, he was scared and hopefullly he learnt a lesson.
John