I was coming through the wide left-hander to the old bridge on SH16, yesterday. I'd had the pleasure of following a lad with greater expertise than me. He'd passed me about ten clicks back. I saw a rabbit so went after him (he's first in line for the catch). Whoever he was he seemed to have spotted the fact I was a higher-speed learner, so he slowed a bit, then boosted a bit and so on. Whoever you are, thank you. I was the the bloke in the hi-vis.
Anyway, the rabbit went down and around the first corner of that down-hill. I chickened out. Too much for me. I knew the right-hander after the bridge was coming. I felt I could take that corner at a good speed.
I was thinking about this when a silver Nissan, driven by a clown, came deep inside my lane. He'd blown the corner, cut it deep and, I suppose, just shut his eyes waiting for the impact when I hove into view.
Christ knows how but I went outside him (on his left) and still managed to get through the corner and then inside some poop in a car.
My adrenalin had hit the Richter. I'd lived through what should have been trash-city. I followed my accidental trainer till he turned off at the church, for the back-road through to Kumeu.
I stopped. Got off. Went to light a fag. Found I couldn't hold the flame to the end due to shaking, then I threw up. Then got back on the horse. Obviously something wrong with said hose, since she didn't seem to be able to get much past 80ks all the way the Helensville. :--(((
Woo. But that was close.
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Originally Posted by dpex
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