Out on a bit of a setting up ride today,riding at the speed limit on a familiar road i very nearly met my maker.
Coming over a right hand crest i saw an artic coming towards me..what i wasn't ready for was that he was travelling on my side of the road.
I very nearly binned it, big slide , almost high sided it and a 40 foot tank slapper to halt..
I'm not sure how , but we'd passed each other and i was still upright.
I wobbled my head,turned around and caught up with the wagon.
It turned out to be an extremely apologetic continental driver, who realised he was on the wrong side of the road when he saw me...needless to say i gave him some of my thoughts on his driving

So, a bit shaken...10 minutes to gather my thoughts and i hopped back on.
It had turned out to be a lucky day..
Lucky for me in that i didn't bury myself in the idiots grill,
and lucky for him that he didn't recieve a damn good thrashing.