Speaking of motorcycle escapes...
Approaching red lights in the rain, I was being cautious because the road was very slippery. As my engine note decreased, I became aware of a strange noise behind me. Glancing in the mirror I was distressed to see an 18-wheel rig jacknifing right behind me, sliding sideways toward me at a bowel-loosening rate. It was already so close that it didn't all fit in the mirror...

Luckily there was just enough space between the two cars waiting at the lights to nip through; the rig managed to grind to a halt just before hitting them, stopping about where I'd been, a far-too-small number of milliseconds earlier.

Waterproof trousers work both ways, you know...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 5 Jul 2013, 14:10, 1 reply)

I should really...
...look in my mirrors more when slowing down :/
(squigbobble existed, Fri 5 Jul 2013, 16:51, closed)