Home James, and do spare the horses
So on Thursday I head home, via Cirencester and Stratford.
Since I was passing through Cirencester (Siren-sester) I thought I'd stop off there for a walk around the local Roman Museum. After finally finding a place to park I had a wander and suddenly it was 2 hours later and I was late for Martin in Stratford! It was an excellent museum and I found out that it had only oppened 2 weeks before - which was why there were no seats, half the numbers on exhibits were missing and there was no souviner guidebook to buy!
Well worth going though.
Then I headed to Martins (having failed to find a fast food place in Cirencester) in Stratford. About 2/3s of the way I got caught up in traffic, so I looked ahead and noticed there was debris on the road - an accident :(
We weren't going anywhere so I thought I'd go and see if they needed help, riding up and parking my bike. A guy had been overtaking, up a hill, before a crest, and misjudged the maneouver having to pull in quickly so that he clipped the car behind him, which spun him straight into the oncoming car (at least 60 mph each). These two cars collided dreadfully, totally obliterating each other and ending up on opposite sides of the road - the clipped car behind 'simply' ran off into the hedge and went bush bashing for 30 meters.
And no one was hurt.
It was a total miracle and testament to the amazing cars that are being produced these days - all three were written off. And the overtaking guy seemed to be the most ok, even though his car was on it's side!
So I tried to help them deal with shock, and stay put, but they pretty much ignored me (I wasn't confident enough with my 15 year old First Aid knowledge to command them what to do), and the police had already been called.
Everyone turned up - ambulance people (who took the three drivers away in neck braces, just in case), firemen (who cleaned up the road and made sure the petrol tanks in the cars weren't ruptured) and police (who insisted that I stay to make a statement).
In the end the whole thing was cleaned up, and I guess because it was so obvious what had happened we didn't need to make a statement.
But it did mean that I was some 3 hours late for Martin in Stratford (I did try to ring but because he was out the front waiting for me he never heard it). MArtin's place seems really nice - excellent, friendly staff that he is already flirting with! We chatted for an hour and I got the answering maching going on his phone. I will go back again shortly for a longer stay and lunch (at 12:30 :)
Then home to Grandma.
Oh, I of course rode very carefully and slowly home after the crash. If Id been involvd, I certainly wouldn't be here anymore (unless I'd managed to skoot out of the way and not actually be involved). Because I only go at 55MPH typically, and right on the speed limit when that is too fast, I am always having tossers overtake me. I usually sit in the middle of the lane to stop it, and then move to the left to let them past along long, safe bits of road. But at least once a day I have a dickhead just do it, hardly paying attention to what's going on. And now I have witnessed the results and it pisses me off even more.
Since I was passing through Cirencester (Siren-sester) I thought I'd stop off there for a walk around the local Roman Museum. After finally finding a place to park I had a wander and suddenly it was 2 hours later and I was late for Martin in Stratford! It was an excellent museum and I found out that it had only oppened 2 weeks before - which was why there were no seats, half the numbers on exhibits were missing and there was no souviner guidebook to buy!
Well worth going though.
Then I headed to Martins (having failed to find a fast food place in Cirencester) in Stratford. About 2/3s of the way I got caught up in traffic, so I looked ahead and noticed there was debris on the road - an accident :(
We weren't going anywhere so I thought I'd go and see if they needed help, riding up and parking my bike. A guy had been overtaking, up a hill, before a crest, and misjudged the maneouver having to pull in quickly so that he clipped the car behind him, which spun him straight into the oncoming car (at least 60 mph each). These two cars collided dreadfully, totally obliterating each other and ending up on opposite sides of the road - the clipped car behind 'simply' ran off into the hedge and went bush bashing for 30 meters.
And no one was hurt.
It was a total miracle and testament to the amazing cars that are being produced these days - all three were written off. And the overtaking guy seemed to be the most ok, even though his car was on it's side!
So I tried to help them deal with shock, and stay put, but they pretty much ignored me (I wasn't confident enough with my 15 year old First Aid knowledge to command them what to do), and the police had already been called.
Everyone turned up - ambulance people (who took the three drivers away in neck braces, just in case), firemen (who cleaned up the road and made sure the petrol tanks in the cars weren't ruptured) and police (who insisted that I stay to make a statement).
In the end the whole thing was cleaned up, and I guess because it was so obvious what had happened we didn't need to make a statement.
But it did mean that I was some 3 hours late for Martin in Stratford (I did try to ring but because he was out the front waiting for me he never heard it). MArtin's place seems really nice - excellent, friendly staff that he is already flirting with! We chatted for an hour and I got the answering maching going on his phone. I will go back again shortly for a longer stay and lunch (at 12:30 :)
Then home to Grandma.
Oh, I of course rode very carefully and slowly home after the crash. If Id been involvd, I certainly wouldn't be here anymore (unless I'd managed to skoot out of the way and not actually be involved). Because I only go at 55MPH typically, and right on the speed limit when that is too fast, I am always having tossers overtake me. I usually sit in the middle of the lane to stop it, and then move to the left to let them past along long, safe bits of road. But at least once a day I have a dickhead just do it, hardly paying attention to what's going on. And now I have witnessed the results and it pisses me off even more.
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