Hmmm... Couple o' days ago, I was riding over the Pahiatua Track and ALMOST got cleaned up by a boy-racer coming round a blind corner on my side of the road. Fortunately, I was riding cruisy and had enough time to lay over a little extra to get out of his way... at least I think that is what I did... I remember very clearly the expressions of shock on their faces, so maybe I was closer than I thought...
Luck, indeed, plays a major part in surviving the idiots...![]()
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Strictly speaking Quantum Mechanics does not rule out the possibility of one atom passing through another unharmed. It's just nearly infinately improbabale.
What Blue Velvet said is far more likely. You're obviously a better rider than you thought you were, and on a strange bike to. Well done indeed!
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Luck is a concept more often used as an excuse by those who had none. You make your own luck.
By the very fact that Hitcher recalled so much about the van suggests that on some level he was already prepared for the possibility of it crossing his path. Well done Hitcher and Kiwibryn. The right attitude will beat luck any day.
All hilarity aside, I would speculate that the many moons you've spent punting around 230+ kgs of motorcycles has given you a lot more counteer steering ability than you probably give yourself credit for.
In an emergency situation Survival Reactions would most likely forget you were on the smaller bike and you'd give it the serious yank on the bars.
Hence the fortunate evasion of the White Van Man. Damn vans and police cars. Its probably best to be wary of anything vehicular that reflects too large an amount of the visual spectrum. the glare must dazzle that bastards and stops them seeing you.
Congratulations on not joining that other big fella at St Peters Gate.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Track down the address of said plumper, and sent him a bill for drycleaning of underwear/trousers/bikeseat.
Plumpers are all rich bastards, so should pay up... eventually.
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