I had an accident last week. But I'm doing fine now. I was only in hospital for a few hours. But I learned that my mother was always right. (May she rest in peace). She always told me: "make sure you wear clean underpants,...you never know when you'll have an accident!"
...She also told me as a boy, "If you're going to do a job, do it properly" So I did! I "T-boned" that car that drove right across my path! I went through the glass and metal of the back door, almost far enough to put the seat-belt on!
I was biking home from a meeting, in the bike lane (clearly marked as such). Beside me was a queue of stationary cars in the same direction as me, queued for those confounded Ferrymead road-works. Unbeknownst to me the driver of a 4WD SUV in the queue had flashed a car coming from the opposite direction trying to get to the supermarket carpark, to come through the gap they'd left. That's the 2nd thing my mother was right about: "don't trust flashers". I'm usually very observant and aware of such possibilities, but this was a very large 4WD flasher that I couldn't see past. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a small red car shot in front of the flasher, through that queue and across my cycle lane. I had nowhere to go, no time to stop. I hit hard! Years of crashing off my trike, and all of those normal accidents kids used to be allowed to have, and the chiding of my mother as she patched up by grazes, has taught me a thing or 2 about crashing. In the split second before impact, I recall choosing my point of impact with the car. The door would hurt less than the pillar. Out of control on my trike, I'd learned that mum's rosebush hurt less than the fencepost.
Mum taught us kids to remember the emergency phone number, 111, but someone else had done that by the time I came around in the back of an ambulance. The police officer told me he'd take the remains of my bike in his car, to my house.
Wheeled into hospital, Gurney on the Gurney, doctors with furrowed brows checked me out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and after 5 hours norpounced me unbroken. Unlike the car, it came off second best. I'm grateful that my mother fed me well. I have strong bones.
Not wanting to hang around any longer I asked to please be excused, just like my mother taught me. They insisted I needed someone to keep me company that night because of the concussion. I shot an enquiring glance in the direction of the nurses. There where no offers, so I decided the neighbour's cat would have to do. He regularly does a sleep-over. He'd surely be able to do a "Lassie" should he notice from his perch on the chair that I'd stopped breathing. Cats are smart and intuitive like that aren't they?
With no bike and no money, I had to find a way to get home. It was nearly 10 pm and I didn't want to bother any of my friends to pick me up. ACC clearly hadn't thought this one through. All I needed was $2.50 for a bus, but there were no contingencies for even this. So, donning my smashed helmet for a bit of warmth, I zipped up my bloodied cycling top, bade farewell to those helpful and over-worked medics in the A and E department, and clip-clopped awkwardly in my cycling shoes, out into the night. After half an hour of failed hitch-hiking, I'd only walked one eighth of the way home. I suppose it was little wonder, looking like I did. It would be a late night, and I hoped the neighbour's cat, my guardian-to-be, would still be waiting for me!
Then my luck changed. I ended up making full use of the emergency services that night. Previously, the Police had dropped my bike bits home, the ambulance had whisked me to hospital, and then finally I was picked up late that night by a passing fire engine! It was the Woolston Crew on their way back to base and they kindly offered me a ride home. Driving back past my accident scene, riding high in the colossal cab of this, day-glo-red, formidable fire-fighting beast, I spotted the broken glass of that errant car, scattered on the road. "Ha!" I declared. I defy you to cut across my lane now!
Fortunately, the cat was stoically waiting at my back door. He intuitively knew he was needed, or maybe it was the previous visit of the Policeman or the pile of bits by the door that were once my shining bike that told him. Laying in my bed that night, Oscar the cat contentedly curled on the chair, I reflected on the accident;
A higher power was looking out for me that day, because those motorists certainly weren't looking out for me.
That flasher in the large 4WD in the queue should've looked in their mirror to check the way was clear before flashing the red car through. The driver in the red car should've looked before lurching into my lane.
If it were 2 lanes of cars instead of bikes, the drivers would've treated that inside lane with a whole lot more reverence. And indeed they will need to in future, for with the rising price of fuel, soaring sales of commuter bikes, and Christchurch being an ideal commuter-cycle city those cycle lanes are set to be chokka full this summer.
I don't want those 2 drivers to be charged with dangerous driving. It was an accident. I just want them to spend that energy instead teaching other motorists what we all learned.
I also pondered on my poor mother. She would've been distraught, for I hadn't been wearing my clean undies in that accident. I smiled as I realised I'd finally broken free from the grip of my mother. We cyclists don't wear undies!
Nice
Gutted another 4wd at the scene of the crime . I hated 4wd before my accident and hate them and hate there small minded drivers even more now. Why do humans need a massive 4wd to get there groceries from the super market or drop there kids off to school
50% of cars I see out side the window of my gym going to the supermarket are massive 4wds. It’s completely understandable to have a 4wd for off road driving, farming, going skiing, or you have a massive family but why do people want a big uncontrollable 4wd beast to go to the supermarket with one or no passengers in it? Are 4wd drivers that much better classy and comfortable than us second rate sedan citizens
Woops I read the post and see he hit a small red car but my winge about 4wd still stands
tylersdad wrote:
what other site ????
i was refering to the post on pg3 by Brockman, that OnnoG re-quoted.
my rant was that there was no need for OnnoG to repeat verbatim the post by Brockman. OnnoG just wastes space and makes people scoll further. his 'quote' actually adds nothing.
wouldn't a simple -'ref:brockman's post at pg 3' of been sufficient.
such is life.. i am sure there are more pressing things to be concerned about.
Absolutely
And if you quote lots and lots it starts to look really trippy man.
woo neat!
HAAAAA, I'm ALL over this one
I am not sure what he means?
Does the actual text get smaller, or is it just that the lines get narrower??
how far can it go....?
Only one way to find out.
Gurney is a top bloke. I would ripped their heart out and made them watch it stop beating!
Joined: Nov 13, 2005 Posts: 5,034 Location: Loving LA
Posted: Thu 4th Sep 9:14am Post subject:
tylersdad wrote:
Elden wrote:
Fergie wrote:
Elden wrote:
Spyder wrote:
Fergie wrote:
swtchbckr wrote:
slidecontrol wrote:
Tugboat wrote:
neels wrote:
Joel wrote:
OnnoG wrote:
brockman wrote:
On SportzHub Steve Gurney wrote:
Quote:
I had an accident last week. But I'm doing fine now. I was only in hospital for a few hours. But I learned that my mother was always right. (May she rest in peace). She always told me: "make sure you wear clean underpants,...you never know when you'll have an accident!"
...She also told me as a boy, "If you're going to do a job, do it properly" So I did! I "T-boned" that car that drove right across my path! I went through the glass and metal of the back door, almost far enough to put the seat-belt on!
I was biking home from a meeting, in the bike lane (clearly marked as such). Beside me was a queue of stationary cars in the same direction as me, queued for those confounded Ferrymead road-works. Unbeknownst to me the driver of a 4WD SUV in the queue had flashed a car coming from the opposite direction trying to get to the supermarket carpark, to come through the gap they'd left. That's the 2nd thing my mother was right about: "don't trust flashers". I'm usually very observant and aware of such possibilities, but this was a very large 4WD flasher that I couldn't see past. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a small red car shot in front of the flasher, through that queue and across my cycle lane. I had nowhere to go, no time to stop. I hit hard! Years of crashing off my trike, and all of those normal accidents kids used to be allowed to have, and the chiding of my mother as she patched up by grazes, has taught me a thing or 2 about crashing. In the split second before impact, I recall choosing my point of impact with the car. The door would hurt less than the pillar. Out of control on my trike, I'd learned that mum's rosebush hurt less than the fencepost.
Mum taught us kids to remember the emergency phone number, 111, but someone else had done that by the time I came around in the back of an ambulance. The police officer told me he'd take the remains of my bike in his car, to my house.
Wheeled into hospital, Gurney on the Gurney, doctors with furrowed brows checked me out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and after 5 hours norpounced me unbroken. Unlike the car, it came off second best. I'm grateful that my mother fed me well. I have strong bones.
Not wanting to hang around any longer I asked to please be excused, just like my mother taught me. They insisted I needed someone to keep me company that night because of the concussion. I shot an enquiring glance in the direction of the nurses. There where no offers, so I decided the neighbour's cat would have to do. He regularly does a sleep-over. He'd surely be able to do a "Lassie" should he notice from his perch on the chair that I'd stopped breathing. Cats are smart and intuitive like that aren't they?
With no bike and no money, I had to find a way to get home. It was nearly 10 pm and I didn't want to bother any of my friends to pick me up. ACC clearly hadn't thought this one through. All I needed was $2.50 for a bus, but there were no contingencies for even this. So, donning my smashed helmet for a bit of warmth, I zipped up my bloodied cycling top, bade farewell to those helpful and over-worked medics in the A and E department, and clip-clopped awkwardly in my cycling shoes, out into the night. After half an hour of failed hitch-hiking, I'd only walked one eighth of the way home. I suppose it was little wonder, looking like I did. It would be a late night, and I hoped the neighbour's cat, my guardian-to-be, would still be waiting for me!
Then my luck changed. I ended up making full use of the emergency services that night. Previously, the Police had dropped my bike bits home, the ambulance had whisked me to hospital, and then finally I was picked up late that night by a passing fire engine! It was the Woolston Crew on their way back to base and they kindly offered me a ride home. Driving back past my accident scene, riding high in the colossal cab of this, day-glo-red, formidable fire-fighting beast, I spotted the broken glass of that errant car, scattered on the road. "Ha!" I declared. I defy you to cut across my lane now!
Fortunately, the cat was stoically waiting at my back door. He intuitively knew he was needed, or maybe it was the previous visit of the Policeman or the pile of bits by the door that were once my shining bike that told him. Laying in my bed that night, Oscar the cat contentedly curled on the chair, I reflected on the accident;
A higher power was looking out for me that day, because those motorists certainly weren't looking out for me.
That flasher in the large 4WD in the queue should've looked in their mirror to check the way was clear before flashing the red car through. The driver in the red car should've looked before lurching into my lane.
If it were 2 lanes of cars instead of bikes, the drivers would've treated that inside lane with a whole lot more reverence. And indeed they will need to in future, for with the rising price of fuel, soaring sales of commuter bikes, and Christchurch being an ideal commuter-cycle city those cycle lanes are set to be chokka full this summer.
I don't want those 2 drivers to be charged with dangerous driving. It was an accident. I just want them to spend that energy instead teaching other motorists what we all learned.
I also pondered on my poor mother. She would've been distraught, for I hadn't been wearing my clean undies in that accident. I smiled as I realised I'd finally broken free from the grip of my mother. We cyclists don't wear undies!
Nice
Gutted another 4wd at the scene of the crime . I hated 4wd before my accident and hate them and hate there small minded drivers even more now. Why do humans need a massive 4wd to get there groceries from the super market or drop there kids off to school
50% of cars I see out side the window of my gym going to the supermarket are massive 4wds. It’s completely understandable to have a 4wd for off road driving, farming, going skiing, or you have a massive family but why do people want a big uncontrollable 4wd beast to go to the supermarket with one or no passengers in it? Are 4wd drivers that much better classy and comfortable than us second rate sedan citizens
Woops I read the post and see he hit a small red car but my winge about 4wd still stands
tylersdad wrote:
what other site ????
i was refering to the post on pg3 by Brockman, that OnnoG re-quoted.
my rant was that there was no need for OnnoG to repeat verbatim the post by Brockman. OnnoG just wastes space and makes people scoll further. his 'quote' actually adds nothing.
wouldn't a simple -'ref:brockman's post at pg 3' of been sufficient.
such is life.. i am sure there are more pressing things to be concerned about.
Absolutely
And if you quote lots and lots it starts to look really trippy man.
woo neat!
HAAAAA, I'm ALL over this one
I am not sure what he means?
Does the actual text get smaller, or is it just that the lines get narrower??
how far can it go....?
Only one way to find out.
Gurney is a top bloke. I would ripped their heart out and made them watch it stop beating!
I had an accident last week. But I'm doing fine now. I was only in hospital for a few hours. But I learned that my mother was always right. (May she rest in peace). She always told me: "make sure you wear clean underpants,...you never know when you'll have an accident!"
...She also told me as a boy, "If you're going to do a job, do it properly" So I did! I "T-boned" that car that drove right across my path! I went through the glass and metal of the back door, almost far enough to put the seat-belt on!
I was biking home from a meeting, in the bike lane (clearly marked as such). Beside me was a queue of stationary cars in the same direction as me, queued for those confounded Ferrymead road-works. Unbeknownst to me the driver of a 4WD SUV in the queue had flashed a car coming from the opposite direction trying to get to the supermarket carpark, to come through the gap they'd left. That's the 2nd thing my mother was right about: "don't trust flashers". I'm usually very observant and aware of such possibilities, but this was a very large 4WD flasher that I couldn't see past. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a small red car shot in front of the flasher, through that queue and across my cycle lane. I had nowhere to go, no time to stop. I hit hard! Years of crashing off my trike, and all of those normal accidents kids used to be allowed to have, and the chiding of my mother as she patched up by grazes, has taught me a thing or 2 about crashing. In the split second before impact, I recall choosing my point of impact with the car. The door would hurt less than the pillar. Out of control on my trike, I'd learned that mum's rosebush hurt less than the fencepost.
Mum taught us kids to remember the emergency phone number, 111, but someone else had done that by the time I came around in the back of an ambulance. The police officer told me he'd take the remains of my bike in his car, to my house.
Wheeled into hospital, Gurney on the Gurney, doctors with furrowed brows checked me out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and after 5 hours norpounced me unbroken. Unlike the car, it came off second best. I'm grateful that my mother fed me well. I have strong bones.
Not wanting to hang around any longer I asked to please be excused, just like my mother taught me. They insisted I needed someone to keep me company that night because of the concussion. I shot an enquiring glance in the direction of the nurses. There where no offers, so I decided the neighbour's cat would have to do. He regularly does a sleep-over. He'd surely be able to do a "Lassie" should he notice from his perch on the chair that I'd stopped breathing. Cats are smart and intuitive like that aren't they?
With no bike and no money, I had to find a way to get home. It was nearly 10 pm and I didn't want to bother any of my friends to pick me up. ACC clearly hadn't thought this one through. All I needed was $2.50 for a bus, but there were no contingencies for even this. So, donning my smashed helmet for a bit of warmth, I zipped up my bloodied cycling top, bade farewell to those helpful and over-worked medics in the A and E department, and clip-clopped awkwardly in my cycling shoes, out into the night. After half an hour of failed hitch-hiking, I'd only walked one eighth of the way home. I suppose it was little wonder, looking like I did. It would be a late night, and I hoped the neighbour's cat, my guardian-to-be, would still be waiting for me!
Then my luck changed. I ended up making full use of the emergency services that night. Previously, the Police had dropped my bike bits home, the ambulance had whisked me to hospital, and then finally I was picked up late that night by a passing fire engine! It was the Woolston Crew on their way back to base and they kindly offered me a ride home. Driving back past my accident scene, riding high in the colossal cab of this, day-glo-red, formidable fire-fighting beast, I spotted the broken glass of that errant car, scattered on the road. "Ha!" I declared. I defy you to cut across my lane now!
Fortunately, the cat was stoically waiting at my back door. He intuitively knew he was needed, or maybe it was the previous visit of the Policeman or the pile of bits by the door that were once my shining bike that told him. Laying in my bed that night, Oscar the cat contentedly curled on the chair, I reflected on the accident;
A higher power was looking out for me that day, because those motorists certainly weren't looking out for me.
That flasher in the large 4WD in the queue should've looked in their mirror to check the way was clear before flashing the red car through. The driver in the red car should've looked before lurching into my lane.
If it were 2 lanes of cars instead of bikes, the drivers would've treated that inside lane with a whole lot more reverence. And indeed they will need to in future, for with the rising price of fuel, soaring sales of commuter bikes, and Christchurch being an ideal commuter-cycle city those cycle lanes are set to be chokka full this summer.
I don't want those 2 drivers to be charged with dangerous driving. It was an accident. I just want them to spend that energy instead teaching other motorists what we all learned.
I also pondered on my poor mother. She would've been distraught, for I hadn't been wearing my clean undies in that accident. I smiled as I realised I'd finally broken free from the grip of my mother. We cyclists don't wear undies!
Nice
Gutted another 4wd at the scene of the crime . I hated 4wd before my accident and hate them and hate there small minded drivers even more now. Why do humans need a massive 4wd to get there groceries from the super market or drop there kids off to school
50% of cars I see out side the window of my gym going to the supermarket are massive 4wds. It’s completely understandable to have a 4wd for off road driving, farming, going skiing, or you have a massive family but why do people want a big uncontrollable 4wd beast to go to the supermarket with one or no passengers in it? Are 4wd drivers that much better classy and comfortable than us second rate sedan citizens
Woops I read the post and see he hit a small red car but my winge about 4wd still stands
tylersdad wrote:
what other site ????
i was refering to the post on pg3 by Brockman, that OnnoG re-quoted.
my rant was that there was no need for OnnoG to repeat verbatim the post by Brockman. OnnoG just wastes space and makes people scoll further. his 'quote' actually adds nothing.
wouldn't a simple -'ref:brockman's post at pg 3' of been sufficient.
such is life.. i am sure there are more pressing things to be concerned about.
Absolutely
And if you quote lots and lots it starts to look really trippy man.
woo neat!
HAAAAA, I'm ALL over this one
I am not sure what he means?
Does the actual text get smaller, or is it just that the lines get narrower??
how far can it go....?
Only one way to find out.
Gurney is a top bloke. I would ripped their heart out and made them watch it stop beating!
a little bit more....
happy now
Not yet
my head hurts.. but i think that may be more related to the wine i had last nite
Joined: Mar 01, 2008 Posts: 239 Location: Coffee Shop
Posted: Thu 4th Sep 9:26am Post subject:
Joel wrote:
Spokes wrote:
tylersdad wrote:
Elden wrote:
Fergie wrote:
Elden wrote:
Spyder wrote:
Fergie wrote:
swtchbckr wrote:
slidecontrol wrote:
Tugboat wrote:
neels wrote:
Joel wrote:
OnnoG wrote:
brockman wrote:
On SportzHub Steve Gurney wrote:
Quote:
I had an accident last week. But I'm doing fine now. I was only in hospital for a few hours. But I learned that my mother was always right. (May she rest in peace). She always told me: "make sure you wear clean underpants,...you never know when you'll have an accident!"
...She also told me as a boy, "If you're going to do a job, do it properly" So I did! I "T-boned" that car that drove right across my path! I went through the glass and metal of the back door, almost far enough to put the seat-belt on!
I was biking home from a meeting, in the bike lane (clearly marked as such). Beside me was a queue of stationary cars in the same direction as me, queued for those confounded Ferrymead road-works. Unbeknownst to me the driver of a 4WD SUV in the queue had flashed a car coming from the opposite direction trying to get to the supermarket carpark, to come through the gap they'd left. That's the 2nd thing my mother was right about: "don't trust flashers". I'm usually very observant and aware of such possibilities, but this was a very large 4WD flasher that I couldn't see past. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a small red car shot in front of the flasher, through that queue and across my cycle lane. I had nowhere to go, no time to stop. I hit hard! Years of crashing off my trike, and all of those normal accidents kids used to be allowed to have, and the chiding of my mother as she patched up by grazes, has taught me a thing or 2 about crashing. In the split second before impact, I recall choosing my point of impact with the car. The door would hurt less than the pillar. Out of control on my trike, I'd learned that mum's rosebush hurt less than the fencepost.
Mum taught us kids to remember the emergency phone number, 111, but someone else had done that by the time I came around in the back of an ambulance. The police officer told me he'd take the remains of my bike in his car, to my house.
Wheeled into hospital, Gurney on the Gurney, doctors with furrowed brows checked me out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and after 5 hours norpounced me unbroken. Unlike the car, it came off second best. I'm grateful that my mother fed me well. I have strong bones.
Not wanting to hang around any longer I asked to please be excused, just like my mother taught me. They insisted I needed someone to keep me company that night because of the concussion. I shot an enquiring glance in the direction of the nurses. There where no offers, so I decided the neighbour's cat would have to do. He regularly does a sleep-over. He'd surely be able to do a "Lassie" should he notice from his perch on the chair that I'd stopped breathing. Cats are smart and intuitive like that aren't they?
With no bike and no money, I had to find a way to get home. It was nearly 10 pm and I didn't want to bother any of my friends to pick me up. ACC clearly hadn't thought this one through. All I needed was $2.50 for a bus, but there were no contingencies for even this. So, donning my smashed helmet for a bit of warmth, I zipped up my bloodied cycling top, bade farewell to those helpful and over-worked medics in the A and E department, and clip-clopped awkwardly in my cycling shoes, out into the night. After half an hour of failed hitch-hiking, I'd only walked one eighth of the way home. I suppose it was little wonder, looking like I did. It would be a late night, and I hoped the neighbour's cat, my guardian-to-be, would still be waiting for me!
Then my luck changed. I ended up making full use of the emergency services that night. Previously, the Police had dropped my bike bits home, the ambulance had whisked me to hospital, and then finally I was picked up late that night by a passing fire engine! It was the Woolston Crew on their way back to base and they kindly offered me a ride home. Driving back past my accident scene, riding high in the colossal cab of this, day-glo-red, formidable fire-fighting beast, I spotted the broken glass of that errant car, scattered on the road. "Ha!" I declared. I defy you to cut across my lane now!
Fortunately, the cat was stoically waiting at my back door. He intuitively knew he was needed, or maybe it was the previous visit of the Policeman or the pile of bits by the door that were once my shining bike that told him. Laying in my bed that night, Oscar the cat contentedly curled on the chair, I reflected on the accident;
A higher power was looking out for me that day, because those motorists certainly weren't looking out for me.
That flasher in the large 4WD in the queue should've looked in their mirror to check the way was clear before flashing the red car through. The driver in the red car should've looked before lurching into my lane.
If it were 2 lanes of cars instead of bikes, the drivers would've treated that inside lane with a whole lot more reverence. And indeed they will need to in future, for with the rising price of fuel, soaring sales of commuter bikes, and Christchurch being an ideal commuter-cycle city those cycle lanes are set to be chokka full this summer.
I don't want those 2 drivers to be charged with dangerous driving. It was an accident. I just want them to spend that energy instead teaching other motorists what we all learned.
I also pondered on my poor mother. She would've been distraught, for I hadn't been wearing my clean undies in that accident. I smiled as I realised I'd finally broken free from the grip of my mother. We cyclists don't wear undies!
Nice
Gutted another 4wd at the scene of the crime . I hated 4wd before my accident and hate them and hate there small minded drivers even more now. Why do humans need a massive 4wd to get there groceries from the super market or drop there kids off to school
50% of cars I see out side the window of my gym going to the supermarket are massive 4wds. It’s completely understandable to have a 4wd for off road driving, farming, going skiing, or you have a massive family but why do people want a big uncontrollable 4wd beast to go to the supermarket with one or no passengers in it? Are 4wd drivers that much better classy and comfortable than us second rate sedan citizens
Woops I read the post and see he hit a small red car but my winge about 4wd still stands
tylersdad wrote:
what other site ????
i was refering to the post on pg3 by Brockman, that OnnoG re-quoted.
my rant was that there was no need for OnnoG to repeat verbatim the post by Brockman. OnnoG just wastes space and makes people scoll further. his 'quote' actually adds nothing.
wouldn't a simple -'ref:brockman's post at pg 3' of been sufficient.
such is life.. i am sure there are more pressing things to be concerned about.
Absolutely
And if you quote lots and lots it starts to look really trippy man.
woo neat!
HAAAAA, I'm ALL over this one
I am not sure what he means?
Does the actual text get smaller, or is it just that the lines get narrower??
how far can it go....?
Only one way to find out.
Gurney is a top bloke. I would ripped their heart out and made them watch it stop beating!
a little bit more....
happy now
Not yet
my head hurts.. but i think that may be more related to the wine i had last nite
I had an accident last week. But I'm doing fine now. I was only in hospital for a few hours. But I learned that my mother was always right. (May she rest in peace). She always told me: "make sure you wear clean underpants,...you never know when you'll have an accident!"
...She also told me as a boy, "If you're going to do a job, do it properly" So I did! I "T-boned" that car that drove right across my path! I went through the glass and metal of the back door, almost far enough to put the seat-belt on!
I was biking home from a meeting, in the bike lane (clearly marked as such). Beside me was a queue of stationary cars in the same direction as me, queued for those confounded Ferrymead road-works. Unbeknownst to me the driver of a 4WD SUV in the queue had flashed a car coming from the opposite direction trying to get to the supermarket carpark, to come through the gap they'd left. That's the 2nd thing my mother was right about: "don't trust flashers". I'm usually very observant and aware of such possibilities, but this was a very large 4WD flasher that I couldn't see past. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a small red car shot in front of the flasher, through that queue and across my cycle lane. I had nowhere to go, no time to stop. I hit hard! Years of crashing off my trike, and all of those normal accidents kids used to be allowed to have, and the chiding of my mother as she patched up by grazes, has taught me a thing or 2 about crashing. In the split second before impact, I recall choosing my point of impact with the car. The door would hurt less than the pillar. Out of control on my trike, I'd learned that mum's rosebush hurt less than the fencepost.
Mum taught us kids to remember the emergency phone number, 111, but someone else had done that by the time I came around in the back of an ambulance. The police officer told me he'd take the remains of my bike in his car, to my house.
Wheeled into hospital, Gurney on the Gurney, doctors with furrowed brows checked me out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and after 5 hours norpounced me unbroken. Unlike the car, it came off second best. I'm grateful that my mother fed me well. I have strong bones.
Not wanting to hang around any longer I asked to please be excused, just like my mother taught me. They insisted I needed someone to keep me company that night because of the concussion. I shot an enquiring glance in the direction of the nurses. There where no offers, so I decided the neighbour's cat would have to do. He regularly does a sleep-over. He'd surely be able to do a "Lassie" should he notice from his perch on the chair that I'd stopped breathing. Cats are smart and intuitive like that aren't they?
With no bike and no money, I had to find a way to get home. It was nearly 10 pm and I didn't want to bother any of my friends to pick me up. ACC clearly hadn't thought this one through. All I needed was $2.50 for a bus, but there were no contingencies for even this. So, donning my smashed helmet for a bit of warmth, I zipped up my bloodied cycling top, bade farewell to those helpful and over-worked medics in the A and E department, and clip-clopped awkwardly in my cycling shoes, out into the night. After half an hour of failed hitch-hiking, I'd only walked one eighth of the way home. I suppose it was little wonder, looking like I did. It would be a late night, and I hoped the neighbour's cat, my guardian-to-be, would still be waiting for me!
Then my luck changed. I ended up making full use of the emergency services that night. Previously, the Police had dropped my bike bits home, the ambulance had whisked me to hospital, and then finally I was picked up late that night by a passing fire engine! It was the Woolston Crew on their way back to base and they kindly offered me a ride home. Driving back past my accident scene, riding high in the colossal cab of this, day-glo-red, formidable fire-fighting beast, I spotted the broken glass of that errant car, scattered on the road. "Ha!" I declared. I defy you to cut across my lane now!
Fortunately, the cat was stoically waiting at my back door. He intuitively knew he was needed, or maybe it was the previous visit of the Policeman or the pile of bits by the door that were once my shining bike that told him. Laying in my bed that night, Oscar the cat contentedly curled on the chair, I reflected on the accident;
A higher power was looking out for me that day, because those motorists certainly weren't looking out for me.
That flasher in the large 4WD in the queue should've looked in their mirror to check the way was clear before flashing the red car through. The driver in the red car should've looked before lurching into my lane.
If it were 2 lanes of cars instead of bikes, the drivers would've treated that inside lane with a whole lot more reverence. And indeed they will need to in future, for with the rising price of fuel, soaring sales of commuter bikes, and Christchurch being an ideal commuter-cycle city those cycle lanes are set to be chokka full this summer.
I don't want those 2 drivers to be charged with dangerous driving. It was an accident. I just want them to spend that energy instead teaching other motorists what we all learned.
I also pondered on my poor mother. She would've been distraught, for I hadn't been wearing my clean undies in that accident. I smiled as I realised I'd finally broken free from the grip of my mother. We cyclists don't wear undies!
Nice
Gutted another 4wd at the scene of the crime . I hated 4wd before my accident and hate them and hate there small minded drivers even more now. Why do humans need a massive 4wd to get there groceries from the super market or drop there kids off to school
50% of cars I see out side the window of my gym going to the supermarket are massive 4wds. It’s completely understandable to have a 4wd for off road driving, farming, going skiing, or you have a massive family but why do people want a big uncontrollable 4wd beast to go to the supermarket with one or no passengers in it? Are 4wd drivers that much better classy and comfortable than us second rate sedan citizens
Woops I read the post and see he hit a small red car but my winge about 4wd still stands
tylersdad wrote:
what other site ????
i was refering to the post on pg3 by Brockman, that OnnoG re-quoted.
my rant was that there was no need for OnnoG to repeat verbatim the post by Brockman. OnnoG just wastes space and makes people scoll further. his 'quote' actually adds nothing.
wouldn't a simple -'ref:brockman's post at pg 3' of been sufficient.
such is life.. i am sure there are more pressing things to be concerned about.
Absolutely
And if you quote lots and lots it starts to look really trippy man.
woo neat!
HAAAAA, I'm ALL over this one
I am not sure what he means?
Does the actual text get smaller, or is it just that the lines get narrower??
how far can it go....?
Only one way to find out.
Gurney is a top bloke. I would ripped their heart out and made them watch it stop beating!
a little bit more....
happy now
Not yet
my head hurts.. but i think that may be more related to the wine i had last nite
keep it coming......
Kiwi Cyclist run over by quotes.... seriously though, anyone know if Steve is OK now?
Joined: Feb 06, 2002 Posts: 28,251 Location: doing skiddds
Posted: Thu 4th Sep 10:37am Post subject:
He's fine -
Quote:
I had an accident last week. But I'm doing fine now. I was only in hospital for a few hours. But I learned that my mother was always right. (May she rest in peace). She always told me: "make sure you wear clean underpants,...you never know when you'll have an accident!"
...She also told me as a boy, "If you're going to do a job, do it properly" So I did! I "T-boned" that car that drove right across my path! I went through the glass and metal of the back door, almost far enough to put the seat-belt on!
I was biking home from a meeting, in the bike lane (clearly marked as such). Beside me was a queue of stationary cars in the same direction as me, queued for those confounded Ferrymead road-works. Unbeknownst to me the driver of a 4WD SUV in the queue had flashed a car coming from the opposite direction trying to get to the supermarket carpark, to come through the gap they'd left. That's the 2nd thing my mother was right about: "don't trust flashers". I'm usually very observant and aware of such possibilities, but this was a very large 4WD flasher that I couldn't see past. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a small red car shot in front of the flasher, through that queue and across my cycle lane. I had nowhere to go, no time to stop. I hit hard! Years of crashing off my trike, and all of those normal accidents kids used to be allowed to have, and the chiding of my mother as she patched up by grazes, has taught me a thing or 2 about crashing. In the split second before impact, I recall choosing my point of impact with the car. The door would hurt less than the pillar. Out of control on my trike, I'd learned that mum's rosebush hurt less than the fencepost.
Mum taught us kids to remember the emergency phone number, 111, but someone else had done that by the time I came around in the back of an ambulance. The police officer told me he'd take the remains of my bike in his car, to my house.
Wheeled into hospital, Gurney on the Gurney, doctors with furrowed brows checked me out, poked, prodded, x-rayed, and after 5 hours norpounced me unbroken. Unlike the car, it came off second best. I'm grateful that my mother fed me well. I have strong bones.
Not wanting to hang around any longer I asked to please be excused, just like my mother taught me. They insisted I needed someone to keep me company that night because of the concussion. I shot an enquiring glance in the direction of the nurses. There where no offers, so I decided the neighbour's cat would have to do. He regularly does a sleep-over. He'd surely be able to do a "Lassie" should he notice from his perch on the chair that I'd stopped breathing. Cats are smart and intuitive like that aren't they?
With no bike and no money, I had to find a way to get home. It was nearly 10 pm and I didn't want to bother any of my friends to pick me up. ACC clearly hadn't thought this one through. All I needed was $2.50 for a bus, but there were no contingencies for even this. So, donning my smashed helmet for a bit of warmth, I zipped up my bloodied cycling top, bade farewell to those helpful and over-worked medics in the A and E department, and clip-clopped awkwardly in my cycling shoes, out into the night. After half an hour of failed hitch-hiking, I'd only walked one eighth of the way home. I suppose it was little wonder, looking like I did. It would be a late night, and I hoped the neighbour's cat, my guardian-to-be, would still be waiting for me!
Then my luck changed. I ended up making full use of the emergency services that night. Previously, the Police had dropped my bike bits home, the ambulance had whisked me to hospital, and then finally I was picked up late that night by a passing fire engine! It was the Woolston Crew on their way back to base and they kindly offered me a ride home. Driving back past my accident scene, riding high in the colossal cab of this, day-glo-red, formidable fire-fighting beast, I spotted the broken glass of that errant car, scattered on the road. "Ha!" I declared. I defy you to cut across my lane now!
Fortunately, the cat was stoically waiting at my back door. He intuitively knew he was needed, or maybe it was the previous visit of the Policeman or the pile of bits by the door that were once my shining bike that told him. Laying in my bed that night, Oscar the cat contentedly curled on the chair, I reflected on the accident;
A higher power was looking out for me that day, because those motorists certainly weren't looking out for me.
That flasher in the large 4WD in the queue should've looked in their mirror to check the way was clear before flashing the red car through. The driver in the red car should've looked before lurching into my lane.
If it were 2 lanes of cars instead of bikes, the drivers would've treated that inside lane with a whole lot more reverence. And indeed they will need to in future, for with the rising price of fuel, soaring sales of commuter bikes, and Christchurch being an ideal commuter-cycle city those cycle lanes are set to be chokka full this summer.
I don't want those 2 drivers to be charged with dangerous driving. It was an accident. I just want them to spend that energy instead teaching other motorists what we all learned.
I also pondered on my poor mother. She would've been distraught, for I hadn't been wearing my clean undies in that accident. I smiled as I realised I'd finally broken free from the grip of my mother. We cyclists don't wear undies!
To you douchebags with the quotes - it was very mildly amusing when some of us (I think me included) did it back in 2003. Now it's just silly.
Thanks for posting the update on Steve. What a great piece of writing!!! He sure has an awesome attitude.
It truly sucks that ACC or even the hospital would send someone who had just suffered such an accident out into the night without any way of getting home.
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. I hated 4wd before my accident and hate them and hate there small minded drivers even more now. Why do humans need a massive 4wd to get there groceries from the super market or drop there kids off to school 
Woops I read the post and see he hit a small red car but my winge about 4wd still stands 
