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@1894mk2
I've just felt the length of a lorry's left hand side. Fuck me I think I've come as close to death as I've ever been.
Rural village, A road. Lorry behind for length of village with me not quite in primary nor in kerb (note for file - grow a pair). Lorry suddenly pulls out and overtakes 80yards from substantial bend. Initially leaves room then car comes round bend (what a surprise - it's 5.30pm!). Car stops, lorry moves in and in and in. Kerb 1' from substantial wall. I see the side of lorry, feel the side of lorry, start to graunch along the kerb, start to graunch along the wall (no pavement, wall less than 1' from kerb) press myself against wall, get pressed against wall, do fucking anything other than go under the rear wheels I can see, then finally I'm out and on the fucking floor.
Surrounded by people, can't move, get up, fall over, tirade at driver, photos, witnesses, photos, responder ambulance, ambulance, treatment, police, traffic police, lift home from mate, stella, more stella, soon to be even more stella. In the end I have 2 witnesses, various copper statements, photos, insurance details etc.
Bill so far that I can see - left arm and shoulder, badly grated, back out, watch, front wheel , levers, bar tape, rear mech, ?crack on rear brake bridge, shoe, helmet and a recurring flash of that fucking green side going on and on and on.
Somehow I have this insidious feeling that I've been irresponsible in putting myself at risk even though I couldn't do anything about it.