I go down a hill quite often locally at around 40mph, I know this isn't as fast as some on here go but every time I do it I have the thought 'im in the middle of nowhere on a deserted country road, if anything goes wrong im in the s**t here' goes through my mind.
well today as I went over the summit and started pedalling, according to strava I was doing 33mph, a border collie ran out from a gateway straight towards me, I just caught a glimpse of it out the corner of my eye and braked immediately. it seemed to take me about about 20 yards to stop my front wheel/forks to stop wobbling. my nipper was twitching for a good few minutes afterwards.
why is it that although you know its sensible to not do these speeds for whatever reason, the raw instinct inside of you eggs you on?
this could have been very nasty to me and for the rest of the ride I was saying to myself 'never again' but I have the feeling this will quickly be forgotten!