To Paint the Picture - Riding to work this morning at 6.30am, the rain was awful. I have to go across a 1-lane bridge with traffic lights at either end. I had 500m of good vision on the approach and the lights were green all the way to the bridge.
As I passed through to approach the crest you guessed it, a car came up the other side, I braked too hard, went down and slid straight towards the on-coming vehicle, fortunately I had the presence of mind to push myself off his bumper and away from his wheels - but man did it hurt, my knee was killing me. The driver came & asked me if I was OK and did I need an ambulance, he helped me to my feet and picked my bike up and put it to the side of the road. I knew he wouldn't admit crashing a red light and with no witnesses I could see my insurance going through the roof. there was no apology or anything, we swopped details and after giving him a lecture and a few choice words I managed to ride home.
I have a feeling my little "comuter scooter" is now knackered. But I'll see what happens with the garage.
As for me, this time I was lucky, my knee is fine , my leg is aching like mad, I have further bruising to my ego but I'm alive and no thanks to that bloke. Funny thing is, I always suspected some youth flying over the bridge but this guy was my age - what a plonker!!