2nd time I was ever knocked off was by a driving instructor.
One might have thought that the 'mirror, signal, manoeuvre' mantra was so ingrained the head that it would have been second nature. Not on this occasion, however, as I was riding along Hackney Road next to a row of queueing cars when one blighter decided he was going to turn right and so moved over to the right hand side of the lane. Our instructor the proceded to accelerate over to the left hand side of the lane, just in time to move her wing-mirror straight into my path leaving me nowhere to go.
Flipped straight over the bars, and as I got up off the tarmac realised that both of my shoulders had popped out of joint (they come out quite easily as a result of old injuries) and that I had some pretty nasty road rash - by the look on her face I think I must have looked quite a sight. Lots of shouting a swearing later, I calmed down and took the reg number/insurance details. Ironically, in the collision I had knocked off the wing-mirror blind spot thing - clearly it wasn't making much of a difference to her driving so I kept it as a souvenir (to match the scars).
2nd time I was ever knocked off was by a driving instructor.
One might have thought that the 'mirror, signal, manoeuvre' mantra was so ingrained the head that it would have been second nature. Not on this occasion, however, as I was riding along Hackney Road next to a row of queueing cars when one blighter decided he was going to turn right and so moved over to the right hand side of the lane. Our instructor the proceded to accelerate over to the left hand side of the lane, just in time to move her wing-mirror straight into my path leaving me nowhere to go.
Flipped straight over the bars, and as I got up off the tarmac realised that both of my shoulders had popped out of joint (they come out quite easily as a result of old injuries) and that I had some pretty nasty road rash - by the look on her face I think I must have looked quite a sight. Lots of shouting a swearing later, I calmed down and took the reg number/insurance details. Ironically, in the collision I had knocked off the wing-mirror blind spot thing - clearly it wasn't making much of a difference to her driving so I kept it as a souvenir (to match the scars).