I attended a funeral a few months back. A WW2 veteran, clocking 90 as they all are now, fell in the road while crossing to the funeral home in one of the busiest streets in town. The cars just kept driving around him and pedestrians couldn't get to him to assist immediately. Some of the cars weren't missing by much, a lot of drivers having only a vague idea where their left wheel is.
Another person I knew, was hit by a car while cycling on the local bridge one morning. The emergency staff were subjected to a constant barrage of abuse from drivers incensed that the delay was making them late for work. Paddy may not have heard them though, he was dying.
Back in the 70s I was taking this nice S bend near the beach on my CB500. Unbeknown to me the road had a fresh coating of sand. As I'm sliding up the road on my arse, from a car going the other way, "Ha ha ha what a cunt!" No argument from me.
The most recent bin was when I put my then new VFR in a ditch maybe eight years ago. The driver of the other vehicle stopped and came back. He was a former motorcyclist though.
There is a grey blur, and a green blur. I try to stay on the grey one. - Joey Dunlop
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