A very close call. I might not have been writing this.
The first inkling I sensed one windy spring morning many years ago that I was in imminent danger of injuring myself, or worse my pillion passenger as well, was the sound of my motorcycle’s front wheel as it just clipped a particularly high curb my having started a right turn away from it just a fraction too late. This occurring in the UK and hence on the left hand side of the road. I had initiated the turn barely a few seconds too late. We were traveling at the speed limit of 30 mph just exiting Barrow-in-Furness where we both…