Last year I rode and got a block and had a weird felling. As dumb as it sounds it was strong enough to make me pull over and check things (Helmet, gloves, phone...). At the T intersection ahead ( I pulled over just before it) a cop was driving bye and while one car stopped, the second one was busy looking at the copper and slammed up the first guys arse - I would have been the meat in that metal sandwich. Probably a coincidence, but made me think.
I am 56 now I started riding when I was 10 but these days I am riding a lot less.
I know my reflex is not as fast as it was when I was in my twenties and car drivers today seem to care a lot less about bike riders than they did 30 years ago and that's always a worry.
Who knows maybe there is some sort of survival sense kicking in for me as well, not one of the smartest things to do is ride on a day if it feels wrong, sometimes it is just easier to take the car.
Wow!
That is a good luck story if ever I have heard one Hilly. Great anticipation, and a good save on the new britches..
How do your 11 year old unscathed jeans fit you now?
I agree with the gut instincts comments. Last time I ignored them, well I won't go into any details, needless to say I haven't ridden since late April this year. Looking forward to getting back on it soon though.
Moral of the story, always trust your intuition, if it don't feel right, don't do it.
Mark, agree with the taking time bit after having a crash. For me it was 10 years.