Marchbanks
Hat and Beard member
Watched an RTA unfold, as the cliché goes, right in front of me. Two cars, then a motorbike, then me, travelling in convoy along a b-road at 35mph in a 50mph limit. We were being held up by the front car, whose driver was either unsure how to drive or unsure where he/she was heading, and by the double white lines. Suddenly he/she decided the left turn the left turn he/she was parallel with was rather attractive and simultaneously braked sharply, turned and indicated. Car number two had no real option other than slam on the brakes too, as there were cars approaching in the opposite direction. It seemed a sensible thing to do, so I followed suit. As I did, I seemed to have time to ask myself “why isn’t the biker stopping?” over and over again. Instead, he rode up the back of car number two, crashed to the ground sideways in front of me, and rolled off.
By the time I got out of my car he had struggled up and was striding towards car number one (which had stopped three-quarters of the way through its turn). I had the distinct impression he wanted an in-depth discussion with the driver, and probably not about the weather. I called out ‘are you OK?’ and got a thumbs-up, but not so much as a glance. He was a man on a mission. I decided I could live without seeing the dénoument, so murmured “my work here is done”, swerved round the bike that had been left lying in the middle of the carriageway and continued to Morrisons.
By the time I got out of my car he had struggled up and was striding towards car number one (which had stopped three-quarters of the way through its turn). I had the distinct impression he wanted an in-depth discussion with the driver, and probably not about the weather. I called out ‘are you OK?’ and got a thumbs-up, but not so much as a glance. He was a man on a mission. I decided I could live without seeing the dénoument, so murmured “my work here is done”, swerved round the bike that had been left lying in the middle of the carriageway and continued to Morrisons.
