On the day in question, work was pretty busy. The weather was fine, but during the morning rush, I ended up reporting of at least four crashes involving bikes, three of which really didn't look very nice at all, which included a biker down on the M25. Thankfully none of these, to my knowledge, were fatal, they were just horrible. I really didn't enjoy my ride out of London as I almost started to feel like the odds were being stacked against me. My rider friends know that I'm a fairly competent rider and there will be those, Mike and Artur I'm looking at you here, who will mock me for saying it, but hey, it's fair game I guess. Anyway, even though I was safe in the knowledge that I have a pretty good idea of what I was doing, I just couldn't shake the feeling. Thinking about it sat here and now, it's probably the reason I didn't take my bike out this weekend despite having plenty of opportunity.
Crashing really isn't nice and annoyingly/sadly I've eaten my fair share of tarmac and trust me it bloody hurts. I've still got burns to my left arm following my epic fail at Silverstone at the start of the month.
So what am I saying? Well, I've started listening to my gut instinct a bit more to be honest. When you break it down, we're animals; monkeys on rockets if you will. 'Society' and 'civilization' have done their best to quash our natural survival instincts which eons ago, mankind relied on to survive. 5000 years ago we were rarely above walking pace, but now we rush around as fast as traffic will allow, but were are just as fragile. More so if you have to use moisturiser twice a day.
Those instincts are still there, but they are hidden, but you can still find them if you want to.