We, as motorcyclists, seem to have turned making excuses into some sort of art form. Time and time again the same ones are trundled out - "The prick didn't see me", "Bloody patch of diesel", "I never really did like those tyres", "They need to fix that bloody bump in the road" - when in fact, 9 times out of 10 if we're honest with ourselves, our accidents come down to outriding the prevailing conditions at the time and/or our ability.
And to those who keep coming out with - "you weren't there, you don't know what happened", there's a saying that goes along the lines of - If it looks like shit, feels like shit and smells like shit there's probably no need to lick your finger.
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