I cheat death again
September 24th, 2006Well I was riding along into a headwind on my way out to Petone for touch practice, and I got through the Ngauranga intersection no worries… the headwind seemed to die and so my speed shot up, I was doing about 28kmh and just getting to a good cadence when some arsehole in a Burgundy Holden Berlina decided to take it upon himself to nudge me off the road…
Next thing I know, I’m doing 30kmh in an expressway gutter, which is not a good place to be, and with my slicks on the rear end started to fishtail
Battling the gutter-fishtail with 1.5-Tonnes of Holden kissing your right handlebar is an even worse place to be
Fortunately, instinct had me standing up – preparing to bunnyhop the gutter and take my chances in the rough, but this guy took it too far and nudged my right handlebar, and you just can’t argue with physics, no matter how hard you try.
Thankfully being in a standing up position, my feet just slipped out of my toeclips, I went head over handlebars and the years of martial arts took over and I rolled in mid air, landing relatively comfortably on my side, leaving me not with serious injuries but just some bruised ribs, a sore shoulder, a small graze on my knee and a couple of small nicks on my forearms, most of the impact was dealt with by my gear, and bless the rugged Jamis Durango frame for holding up. The only damage to the bike really apart from a bit of mud and a few scrapes in the paint was that my bottle cage snapped and so did my drink bottle
I was lucky, though. It could have been a lot worse
So, to the bastard in the Berlina – be thankful I was too preoccupied being a half second ninja to remember your plate, or else I’d be doing a full night ninja mission to hunt you down and bring you to my fair justice. Or, you know, calling the police and laying charges.
To the truck driver who stopped and offered assistance – thanks a million, you’re a top bloke and I dont blame you for not being able to get the guy’s plate number.
To cyclists everywhere – arm yourselves. Discreet Nunchucks down the front of your lycra.

