Amanda P
Legendary Member
- Location
- York. Well, York-ish...
I was coming home from work last night. I'd just left a village on a stretch of perfectly straight road. It was dark, and although there was snow piled up on the sides of the road, the road itself appeared pretty much free of ice or slush.
I could see coming towards me another cyclist; this was Mrs Uncle Phil coming out to meet me.
I was aware of a car behind as we passed each other; clearly she was going to turn around in the road behind that car. Just as we passed, she yelled. The car then hit me from behind, pushed me along the road for a few yards, and I then went down hard on the tarmac.
At this split second, I was very scared that the car would then drive over and crush me, but there was nothing I could do about it.
My first reaction on getting to my feet was rage, and I'm afraid I yelled something rather rude at the young male passenger who got out of the car. I had really thought I was going to die.
I then calmed down and was polite for the rest of the proceedings. I have the driver's details, and those of her mother, whose car it was and who turned up in short order.
I really have no idea why she just drove in to the back of me. I suspect she had been thinking of overtaking, but couldn't do so because of Mrs Uncle Phil coming towards her. She had left it far too late to brake in time, and Mrs Uncle Phil says she was only an inch or so behind me when we passed each other. When she did brake, she also steered into the snow piled on the side of the road and so skidded for a couple of metres.
Interestingly, when I tried to report the "accident" to the police, they refused to take any details.
Any thoughts on how I get this "accident" reflected in the statistics if the police won't even record it?
I'm OK, except for a very bruised bum. When the bruises ripen, I'll probably have "IRiver" stamped in my flesh - my mp3 player was in my jersey pocket and I fell on it. Yes, it still works!
I could see coming towards me another cyclist; this was Mrs Uncle Phil coming out to meet me.
I was aware of a car behind as we passed each other; clearly she was going to turn around in the road behind that car. Just as we passed, she yelled. The car then hit me from behind, pushed me along the road for a few yards, and I then went down hard on the tarmac.
At this split second, I was very scared that the car would then drive over and crush me, but there was nothing I could do about it.
My first reaction on getting to my feet was rage, and I'm afraid I yelled something rather rude at the young male passenger who got out of the car. I had really thought I was going to die.
I then calmed down and was polite for the rest of the proceedings. I have the driver's details, and those of her mother, whose car it was and who turned up in short order.
I really have no idea why she just drove in to the back of me. I suspect she had been thinking of overtaking, but couldn't do so because of Mrs Uncle Phil coming towards her. She had left it far too late to brake in time, and Mrs Uncle Phil says she was only an inch or so behind me when we passed each other. When she did brake, she also steered into the snow piled on the side of the road and so skidded for a couple of metres.
Interestingly, when I tried to report the "accident" to the police, they refused to take any details.
Any thoughts on how I get this "accident" reflected in the statistics if the police won't even record it?
I'm OK, except for a very bruised bum. When the bruises ripen, I'll probably have "IRiver" stamped in my flesh - my mp3 player was in my jersey pocket and I fell on it. Yes, it still works!