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Bronzie
Guest
My "moment" went as follows:
Riding up Lancott Hill into Dunstable some 15 years ago, minding my
own, a 7.5T builders lorry comes around the mini roundabout I am
approaching. As he exits the RAB I note with interest that the
compressor he is towing is no longer attached to the rear of the lorry,
but is now heading in my direction with sparks flying up from the
tow-hitch end.
Transfixed like a bunny in the headlights I realise that this thing is
not going to stop and I made my way onto the footpath at the next
available opportunity. The driver of the lorry managed to pin the
compressor between his lorry and the kerb, bringing it's brief bid for
freedom to an end. I am stood on the pavement no more than 5 feet away
crossing off one of my nine lives.
Cheers
Bronzie
Riding up Lancott Hill into Dunstable some 15 years ago, minding my
own, a 7.5T builders lorry comes around the mini roundabout I am
approaching. As he exits the RAB I note with interest that the
compressor he is towing is no longer attached to the rear of the lorry,
but is now heading in my direction with sparks flying up from the
tow-hitch end.
Transfixed like a bunny in the headlights I realise that this thing is
not going to stop and I made my way onto the footpath at the next
available opportunity. The driver of the lorry managed to pin the
compressor between his lorry and the kerb, bringing it's brief bid for
freedom to an end. I am stood on the pavement no more than 5 feet away
crossing off one of my nine lives.
Cheers
Bronzie