Globalti
Legendary Member
I've had a few brushes with death over my 61 years, most of them climbing-related. Last night I lost another life when approaching a mini roundabout with my right arm out signalling clearly that I intended to turn right. Down the road towards me came an old green Land Rover 90, the scruffy driver holding a phone clamped to his ear and his eyes fixed on the middle distance, seeing nothing. I sensed he wasn't stopping and he steamed straight across the roundabout at over 30 mph missing me by a foot as I stopped on the white circle.
I was so shocked I just continued my turn. Should have chased him really as I would have caught him in the congestion of Whalley village centre. What a dick.
I was so shocked I just continued my turn. Should have chased him really as I would have caught him in the congestion of Whalley village centre. What a dick.