Why am I still alive?
This morning I was on my 2012 V stopped at a set of lights.
A semitrailer knocked me down from behind and continued driving with my bike and me wedged under the front bumper.
What followed was without doubt the freakiest ride of my entire life. A 270m death slide, with sparks flying, onlookers screaming, and car horns blaring.
I have surfed some big, scary waves, but nothing compares with being in the jaws of a massive truck, ‘surfing’ the bitumen, and waiting for the inevitable moment when I would be crushed under huge wheels and tonnes of metal..
My life flashed before my eyes, not once but over and over. I realized my leg was pinned and I could not climb up onto the truck’s grille, so I said my goodbyes (just in case) and then focused my mind on hanging on for dear life.
The Universe was looking after me. The driver finally took notice of the commotion and stopped. And just in time, as my riding pants had taken all the punishment they could withstand.
I’m still feeling a little shaken. I have a graze on my hip and a sore neck and elbow. But I am at work and continuing my day. My poor bike is worse off but it is remarkably intact and repairable.
Enjoy life x
Last edited by Begbiie; 07-26-2012 at 07:21 AM.