Carpe Smidsy

[andygates]

Rude interruption to my evening run tonight when a driver pulled out across the path of a motorcyclist. Thud, crunch, crunchycrunchy. Stop traffic, point handy first aiders at twitching biker, and run for the ambulance station... which of course is closed so sprint home to call the ambo and then hang around like an arse at the scene to give a statement.

It had just started raining at got dark. One headlight would have been tricky to make out, but that's why drivers must be twice as careful maneouvering at dusk in tricky conditions. The error (and the driver admitted that from the start) was an easy one to make but it was an unforced error. Even nice blokes make 'em.

Carpe diem, ladies and germs. You never know what's out there.

Now I need a beer. I fecking *hate* RTAs.

Comments

[fox-uk.livejournal.com]

You may hate them but I guarantee that biker hates them more

[andygates.livejournal.com]

I'd say its about evens, I've been in a couple.

Even the driver hates it, he was clearly feeling really sorry and looked as if he knew the guy. Car culture = acceptance of casualties. Bastard thing.

[stripey-mouse.livejournal.com]

Was the guy okay??

[andygates.livejournal.com]

Concussion at least. He was mobile but stupid in the way of concussed people, they got him in a spinal collar and on oxygen (I didn't know oxygen was treatment for shock/concussion, I may have to fake it for that sweet O2). Traditional first question: "Is my bike okay?"