I got off the bike around 11.40pm last night… alarm going off at 5.55am this morning.
which was almost last night thanks to some tool in a white Falcon. He was obviously blind to bright flashing lights and reflective material and decided to drive across a couple of lanes to get into the service station. The same service station that I was riding in front of.
As soon as I realised he was coming at me, I hit the brakes and did the ‘panic turn’ move, turning ‘with’ the car in order to avoid hitting it. The move worked out well. I was forced into the servo alongside the car but there was no contact between us. Go hippy!
I yelled and gestured at the driver and he apologised with a wave. I continued on merrily towards home (as merrily as I could with way too much dinner sitting inside my normally cavernous stomach.. mmm.. apple crumble).
Lesson learned: No matter how sick you are feeling from eating too much baked apple product before riding.. don’t actually wish to be run over.. I did, and my wish, was nearly granted!