Nigel-YZ1
Guru
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- Somewhere else... maybe soon.
I never thought I'd see the day when I just gave up.
On wednesday evening I was going downhill on the B6090 towards Kilnhurst, a long straight. Repeating a ride I've done hundreds of times.
I was on the road bike, probably going about 30mph. Visibility was excellent.
Two cars were coming up the hill. The back one pulled out to overtake - head on to me. Must have been going about 70.
It's narrow, there's no room, and despite me waving my arm he carried on. I was staring him in the face.
The cars were side by side as they passed me, 2 feet away.
It all happened so fast I never even thought of diving off the road.
I wasn't shocked. I was just damned angry. How could my life mean so little?
I've spent two years recovering from injury. Two years of pain, months of physiotherapy. Just to do what I love. Just to get out and fly.
I've never been so close to my own death before.
I used to shrug near misses off, but it's not worth it any more. I'm 43 and there's someone else in my life now. I'll not go on the roads again.
I'll take the mountain bike to trails on the roof of the car from now on.
Don't really know why I'm posting this here. Perhaps it's a goodbye to 30 years of my life. Perhaps I just want to know if someone gives a damn about what that scum has stolen from me? Make of it what you will.
On wednesday evening I was going downhill on the B6090 towards Kilnhurst, a long straight. Repeating a ride I've done hundreds of times.
I was on the road bike, probably going about 30mph. Visibility was excellent.
Two cars were coming up the hill. The back one pulled out to overtake - head on to me. Must have been going about 70.
It's narrow, there's no room, and despite me waving my arm he carried on. I was staring him in the face.
The cars were side by side as they passed me, 2 feet away.
It all happened so fast I never even thought of diving off the road.
I wasn't shocked. I was just damned angry. How could my life mean so little?
I've spent two years recovering from injury. Two years of pain, months of physiotherapy. Just to do what I love. Just to get out and fly.
I've never been so close to my own death before.
I used to shrug near misses off, but it's not worth it any more. I'm 43 and there's someone else in my life now. I'll not go on the roads again.
I'll take the mountain bike to trails on the roof of the car from now on.
Don't really know why I'm posting this here. Perhaps it's a goodbye to 30 years of my life. Perhaps I just want to know if someone gives a damn about what that scum has stolen from me? Make of it what you will.