Were The Odds STACKED Against Me?
It was June, sunny and 22 C. The midafternoon breeze gently nudged the pillowy white clouds decorating the sky. The leaves wiggled. The birds warbled. The traffic was light. And the riding was perfect.
While cruising up the highway on my blue V-Strom, a grey Audi shot out in front of me. I saw it stop at the stop sign and the driver look at me – twice. I thought the car was going to stay put, but it didn’t. It darted out, imposing its self-proclaimed right to be ahead of me. I practice high-speed brake and evade manoeuvres for just such an occurrence and I was able to keep myself safe. But the experience was a good reminder that even when everything seems okay, that can change in an instant.
Recently, a friend of mine was not so lucky. A newly-licenced young lady stopped her car at a stop sign before entering the highway. She accidentally touched the gas, causing the car to lurch forward, and then… The police constable at the scene explained, “She was startled by [accidentally touching the gas] and when she saw the oncoming motorcycles, she panicked and hit the accelerator again
