Aberdeenshire has a lot of old stone bridges from a bygone era. Like this one. Some of them have priority one way, but most of them just have a sign warning of oncoming vehicles in the middle of the road.
That road leading down to the bridge is quite steep, street view doesn't really give the incline, and I was coming down about 35 mph early today, tucked down. I decide to take the bridge without braking, look ahead, nothing coming, long look behind (this is a commuter route) nothing there, sit up a bit, cover my brakes, begin to drift out to take the corner, look ahead again and... shoot! Where did that big van come from? He's coming very fast, and I'm going to meet him right on the bridge. Brake on the back, scrub my speed down a bit, tighten the line, passing much closer than I originally intended to the parapet of the bridge.
So what am I thinking? 'That was a lucky escape?' 'I won't do that again?''You're too old to be so stupid?'
No I was thinking 'That's a shame, that van really spoiled that corner for me.'
That road leading down to the bridge is quite steep, street view doesn't really give the incline, and I was coming down about 35 mph early today, tucked down. I decide to take the bridge without braking, look ahead, nothing coming, long look behind (this is a commuter route) nothing there, sit up a bit, cover my brakes, begin to drift out to take the corner, look ahead again and... shoot! Where did that big van come from? He's coming very fast, and I'm going to meet him right on the bridge. Brake on the back, scrub my speed down a bit, tighten the line, passing much closer than I originally intended to the parapet of the bridge.
So what am I thinking? 'That was a lucky escape?' 'I won't do that again?''You're too old to be so stupid?'
No I was thinking 'That's a shame, that van really spoiled that corner for me.'