totallyfixed
Veteran
- Location
- The only county without a McDonalds
It's that time of year when we reflect on highs, lows and err, well those other moments we don't usually talk about. Here is mine, absolutely true and can unfortunately be veryfied.
One Sunday morning I was bowling along on a rural road, sun shining and not a care in the world. On my route I passed through a sleepy thatched cottage type of village, as it was early I didn't expect to see anyone out and about, however on this occasion I saw a man standing near the edge of the pavement. I didn't take much notice as it was hardly a rare sight, one of those things you take in and then dismiss and get on with the serious business of keeping the legs whirring round and the speed nice and high. As I got within maybe 10 meters or so doing I guess about 20 - 22mph, the unthinkable happened and he stepped out in front of me. Now I have always thought I am a reasonably decent bike handler but I had no chance and neither did he, in the fraction of a second before I flattened him i thought, but he looked at me before he stepped out.
I will never know how I didn't fall off, perhaps it helped that he was old and frail [not good I know, it gets worse]. I came to a rapid stop, dropped my precious steed and ran back, thank God, he was lying down but moving and I could see he had a gash above his eye that was bleeding freely. It was just as I reached him that I saw the white stick lying next to him.
One Sunday morning I was bowling along on a rural road, sun shining and not a care in the world. On my route I passed through a sleepy thatched cottage type of village, as it was early I didn't expect to see anyone out and about, however on this occasion I saw a man standing near the edge of the pavement. I didn't take much notice as it was hardly a rare sight, one of those things you take in and then dismiss and get on with the serious business of keeping the legs whirring round and the speed nice and high. As I got within maybe 10 meters or so doing I guess about 20 - 22mph, the unthinkable happened and he stepped out in front of me. Now I have always thought I am a reasonably decent bike handler but I had no chance and neither did he, in the fraction of a second before I flattened him i thought, but he looked at me before he stepped out.
I will never know how I didn't fall off, perhaps it helped that he was old and frail [not good I know, it gets worse]. I came to a rapid stop, dropped my precious steed and ran back, thank God, he was lying down but moving and I could see he had a gash above his eye that was bleeding freely. It was just as I reached him that I saw the white stick lying next to him.