Monday morning, heading to work. Going North along Bedford road towards Clapham North. The silver Renault in front of me indicates that she is going to turn left into a side road just before the bridge. Cool, I'll just scrub off a bit of speed, and let her pull in then go past. She doesn't pull in; instead, she comes to a complete stop. So I grab my brakes a lot more, but no response.
"Oh shit"
I end up rear-ending her at about 15mph, going over the bars, smash my head (encased in helmet, thankfully) into the rear windscreen, and crumple to a heap on the pavement on the left, landing on my left arm first, so crushing my upper rib cage in a rather painful fashion. Thankfully no broken ribs, but some mashed muscles.
I was certainly going faster than I should, but the brakes just didn't do their job. When I wanted an emergency stop, they didn't. Ouch.
Monday morning, heading to work. Going North along Bedford road towards Clapham North. The silver Renault in front of me indicates that she is going to turn left into a side road just before the bridge. Cool, I'll just scrub off a bit of speed, and let her pull in then go past. She doesn't pull in; instead, she comes to a complete stop. So I grab my brakes a lot more, but no response.
"Oh shit"
I end up rear-ending her at about 15mph, going over the bars, smash my head (encased in helmet, thankfully) into the rear windscreen, and crumple to a heap on the pavement on the left, landing on my left arm first, so crushing my upper rib cage in a rather painful fashion. Thankfully no broken ribs, but some mashed muscles.
I was certainly going faster than I should, but the brakes just didn't do their job. When I wanted an emergency stop, they didn't. Ouch.