On the way to work this beautiful morning I happened to witness a man? on a motor bike coming around the corner towards me and what I can only assume fairly fast. He got the bike to almost lie down.... 'bloody ell' I thought as the machine screeched along the tarmac.. which quickly turned into a louder screech of metal actually draggin across the road, he was lying down almost makin love to the road..at which point I thought he's not going to make the corner... and he didn't make the corner. His, what I assume must have been his exhaust pipe dragged over the surface of the road throwing him off it,... it then spun toward the curb...mounted the curb...ending up in the ditch. The guy followed via his leathers and rolled over several times with the speed of which he fell off the bike, coming to a halt just a few feet away from his now dented bike. I couldn't believe my eyes... this all happened less than 10 foot of me... I slowed down pedaling.
I rushed over to him. He did get up quite calmly removed his lid, unzipped his jacket and I said to him. ' You OK?' he was OK but I'm thinking his bike wasn't OK! I asked him how he was thinking of retrieving his bike. He pulled out a mobile phone and starting ringing his mate.. who'd apparently got a trailer. Judging by the state of his leathers, which by the way might have been expensive, they usually are.. they were wrecked, but better the second skin being leather rather than his own skin...ouch! He had a very lucky escape... indeed!