"Gadget" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:Resulting incident was him sprawled over the floor with one hand in a basket of smashed egg
and leaving with nothing to throw but insults. I felt justified at the time but now feel a
little guilty.
Don't, you did well. He who lives by the basket of eggs shall perish by the basket of eggs. With any
luck they were rotten.
Quoted message said:I seek to relieve my guilt by confessing to one and all here.
While we're in confession mode I too downed a youth a few months ago. I was cycling at about 25 mph
on an otherwise empty road when 2 youths on full suspension wannabee MTBs emerged to cross it from a
path by a housing estate. They looked me directly in the eyes and I loudly shouted, "No." Because
the only thing coming down the road towards them was a stupid old git on an uncool bike with drop
handlebars, however, they ignored said old git completely and started cycling s-l-o-w-l-y across in
single file, completely blocking my path.
My front wheel hit the second youth's back wheel at a 90 degree angle just behind the sprockets. I'd
braked hard of course, and the impact was the gentlest of nudges but the result was spectacular. His
bike went down like a playing card and he lay sprawled face down beside it. I leaned my own bike
against a post and went over to pick him up. He was still lying there and his comrade was standing
beside him in the road, still astride his bike, his mouth wide open catching flies.
His bike wasn't damaged and he didn't appear to have any significant injuries but his hands were
obviously hurting like hell where he'd slapped the road. I tried talking to them but I couldn't
induce either of them to utter a word and presently they continued on their way. I think they were
more stunned by the result of the collision than the collision itself. In their universe middle aged
gits are frail and harmless, and old-fashioned bikes with narrow wheels and no suspension are
ludicrously flimsy. The scoreline H.R. Morris 1, Carrera 0, is not supposed to happen.
You might think this would have felt satisfying, but it didn't at all. I felt very bad about it for
several days. The crash was technically their fault but I had not done everything I could to avoid
it. I could probably have swerved and squeezed behind them, and if I'd really wanted to I could
probably have come to a complete halt about a yard further back. Once I was down to less than a
walking pace, however, something - bloody-mindedness, anger, whatever - impelled me to relax my
braking and let the contact happen.
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Dave...