Travelling home this afternoon on my normal 70km commute as I carry on straight towards Auckland Airport and enter that oh so sweet right hander, I'm following a silver Toyota Corolla and am adjacent to a rather large twin-trailer truck.
Riding in the slow lane doing 90 (because I'm a responsible mother f*cker) I suddenly see the bright illumination of the Corolla's taillights followed by a fast decrease in forward momentum. Wondering why on earth a Corolla with an apparent free moving lane in front if it is suddenly braking, I ease off the throttle and begin to apply my own brakes. Without a moment's notice, the aforementioned truck begins to swerve and it is at this stage I feel the cheeks of my arse begin to clench tighter than they already are and I begin to squeeze my brake levers even harder.
Whoop, there it is, out of no where; a huge fucking aluminium ladder sitting in the middle of the lane.
The twin-trailored truck dodged the aluminum beast by drifting (yes; think Fast and the Furious Drifting, it makes this story more exciting) to the left and the Corolla driver had no where to go. All those years of watching YouTube motorcycle fails (as well as numerous grumps on here) have taught me two things:
- If you crash your motorcycle, you get fucked up.
- Don't give into the temptation of target fixation
Realising I had no where to go, nor any way of coming to a complete stop (thanks to the laws of physics and the Corporate Cab taxi now sitting on my tightly clenched arse) I had a brainwave: Stand up.
Oh, New Zealand Transport Agency Road Code, you taught me well. Standing on the pegs lifts your centre of gravity, stabilising the bike in a drive-over-something-you-shouldn't situation.
So I stood up on my pegs, rode (unwillingly) over that aluminium ladder w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶b̶o̶t̶h̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶a̶i̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶a̶d̶i̶e̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶p̶a̶s̶s̶ ̶f̶l̶a̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶s̶t̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶r̶o̶w̶d̶s̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶e̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶ and experienced one hell of a jolt followed by a brief tank-slapper. I then slowed some more before pulling over and inspecting the bike.
So here I am; a little over an hour later having a Steinlager (bummer about the 102m dive), still suffering from the post adrenaline I-really-need-to-poo syndrome writing this to you, my fellow riders.
Don't let this turn into a circlejerk about my riding but rather let this serve as a reminder: keep your eyes open on the road. A moment of inattention is all it takes for the road (or ladder in this case...) to hurt us, or worse; take our lives.
Ride on.
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