Only a couple of days ago I (briefly) mentioned on KB an "off" that I had after a contretante with a London cab. Well in a little more detail, I was proceeding normally along a main road. I saw a cab itching to join the flow from a side road on my right ahead of me. He pulled out into the middle of the road ahead of me and slowly crept along. Anticipating all this I thought "well I've actually got time and road space to overtake him on his right rather than "undertake" on his left hand side." In the split second that I did my over the shoulder life-saver, he decided to stop. On looking forwards again, I was confronted with his rear end staring me in the face! Braked hard, greasy road, front wheel gives way, bike dropped and slides under his rear bumper and punctures his petrol tank. Result? Bike forks stuffed, tank stuffed and bars now resembling a hair grip and me needing a tetanus jab in my arse (just thought...is that why its called tetanus?) Anyway, I digress...No body stopped as witnesses, except - you guessed it - another cabbie. Cabbie? what cabbie? there was no cabbie when I was there. Funny how they materialise out of thin air when you don't want one isn't it? I took the rap.
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