Something similar to prove that sometimes the will to live overcomes all hurdles.
I was on my way home from work on a road I travelled many times. The fun longer way home.
I'm on the main road aproaching where I need to turn right. I check for traffic, nothing around so hook it in, nailing 3rd on the exit of my turn. Looking ahead, I see a car parked on the side of the road. No problem, lot of space as I nail 4th.
What I didn't see was the chunks of engine and oil covering the road. The parked car had blown the bottom out of it's engine.
I have the bike nailed in 4th, I hit the oil and the rear wheel flicks left followed by a violent flick the the right.
This points me towards the grass verg (Drive on the left country). The grass is level with the road as I hit it I'm doing well over 90mph. I manage to turn the bike before I hit the dry stone wall but I'm still at speed. The grass is long and the earth riddled with rabbit holes. I stand up a little on the pegs, slowing the bike as gently as I can with out using to much front brake. I'm heading for the parked car, on the grass and I'm still doing around 70 as I pass it. I remeber the old git's open mouth face as I pass the car, bike bucking under neath me as a struggle to remain in control.
The road starts to drop away from the grass and I'm now 5' up and aproaching the next obsticle.
A bush is pokeing out into the road. The edges of which have been neatly trimmed by passing trucks. Unfortunatly, trucks don't ride the grass so I have a full 6' high bush to go through. But at 60mph, it doesn't take more than an instant and bang, I'm through it.
The grass level's out with the road and I pull up to a halt after over 200meters of bumpy grass tracking.
I sit for a couple of seconds, to get my heart rate down. Calmley remove my helmet and walk down to the guy to ask why he hadn't put up a warning sign or remove the engine parts from the road.
When he asked me "Why did you drive up the grass?" I realized what a dumb F*** he was and decided not to waste any more words on him. I walked down the the rest of his engine, moved the broken parts off the road and coverd the oil with some of the sandy soil. Walked back to my bike, then rode home.
I think, the will to live saved me. The absolute 'will NOT drop this bike' type of will. I wasn't skill as I'd only been riding for a couple of years.
