Tags: Scariest, experience
It happened recently while bombing my street, and even eclipses the events of Christmas Day 1995 (that's for another time). I'm on a reasonable but short hill. There is a stop sign then a left turn and down the hill is a left hand bend. There is a single lane speed hump a little further on. The left handed dog leg means that the speed hump is not able to be sighted. I was on the Dervish at the top of the hill coming back from an early morning roll. A 3 tonne truck and a car went through the stop sign and I gave them a good 20 - 30 seconds to have gone past the speed hump... and then I took off. My ohnomoment happened as I came around the slight bend at reasonable speed and 'JEEZUS' the truck and car were stopped waiting for a garbage truck to go through the single speed hump. My footbraking stinks; Pendy is non existent and my reactions clearly not good enough. All I had available was to pick a line between everything. I hit 2 sets of catseyes, but stayed aboard. I grazed the truck mirror with my shoulder. The only thing I could do was to stay committed to the line I had available and went between all cars and trucks without any injury and a poofteenth of an inch to spare....following that episode I could almost swear that the colour of adrenalin is brown.
It happened recently while bombing my street, and even eclipses the events of Christmas Day 1995 (that's for another time). I'm on a reasonable but short hill. There is a stop sign then a left turn and down the hill is a left hand bend. There is a single lane speed hump a little further on. The left handed dog leg means that the speed hump is not able to be sighted. I was on the Dervish at the top of the hill coming back from an early morning roll. A 3 tonne truck and a car went through the stop sign and I gave them a good 20 - 30 seconds to have gone past the speed hump... and then I took off. My ohnomoment happened as I came around the slight bend at reasonable speed and 'JEEZUS' the truck and car were stopped waiting for a garbage truck to go through the single speed hump. My footbraking stinks; Pendy is non existent and my reactions clearly not good enough. All I had available was to pick a line between everything. I hit 2 sets of catseyes, but stayed aboard. I grazed the truck mirror with my shoulder. The only thing I could do was to stay committed to the line I had available and went between all cars and trucks without any injury and a poofteenth of an inch to spare....following that episode I could almost swear that the colour of adrenalin is brown.
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