Seeing as I started my riding days with just my dad and a few mates giving me guidance, I'm surprised how few incidents/accidents I actually had.
Looking back from where I'm at now, it staggers me how much I learned when I got serious about improving my skills.
The old adage of "we don't know what we don't know" certainly holds true.
It's called training induced reaction.
http://journal.frontiersin.org/artic...012.00130/full
When life throws you a curve ... Lean into it ...
So back on topic to NZ Road accidents:
Seen a couple of sheep do the "Toe Cutter crazy eye" when they've had close calls, the majority aren't in any way suicidal just a blind panic of terror, though as some of the KBers that have been in ChCh may question some of the sheep that used to have a tendency to just launch themselves onto the road up around the Summit Rd back in the old days.
As of this point in time I've had interactions with Sheep, Possums, Stoats, Rats, Sparrows, Blackbirds, Ducks, Pluvas, Magpies, Hawks, Dogs, & Cats funnily enough never came off in any of the incidents but have sent a few to their maker for an early date
don't forget pukeko, those fuckers are everywhere
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...i'm not sure who was the luckiest, me or the hare that decided to cross the road at the big corner by Birdlings Flat on SH75...I wasn't there when he decided to cross but cranked over at about 120k's meant I was there before he'd got a meter onto the road...I reckon his back feet were where my front wheel was going to be in a nanosecond...I was prepared for a rough exit and stood the bike up as quick as I could, at the same instant the hare stood up and leaned backwards past the vertical...I glimpsed his eyes as we passed within a whisker...my heart didn't do the big thump until a couple of seconds later...the duck that was gliding in to land on a river I was driving past timed it to perfection, if he really wanted to put his head into my spokes on the front wheel...blood and guts and feathers forever but I hardly felt the contact...
Once rode through a flock of starlings somewhere between Roxburgh and Alexandra.
Wondered why I got some very strange looks fueling up at the petrol station
Only then I realised I was covered in blood and feathers....
=mjc=
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In my younger and considerably stupider days, I once went through a shady amber light, at a very high speed indeed (it was 5:30am in the morning), only to run into a flock of seagulls. I was going so fast that the turbulance kept the bike straight and I managed to hang on. I was very very lucky.
Haven't done the same since that time
“PHEW.....JUST MADE IT............................. UP"
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