I have been off the bike for a week waiting for my seat to be re-covered.
My last ride was an eventful one last Monday.
Like every other biker, I have had experienced a vast assortment of hazards on the road-
-The obligatory cigarettes out the window
- A kamikaze bush turkey tried to decapitate me
- A whole meat pie thrown at me, etc, etc
but last Monday took the cake!
I had the day off and it was a beautiful day here. I knew my seat was going away for a week, so I thought I'd go for a ride up Mt Mee on my own.
There was a strange nagging thought in my head not to go, but I shrugged it off and went anyway.
The ride over the mountain was great. Warm 'almost spring' QLD weather, most other people at work so no traffic, not too much road debris or potholes from the recent deluge. No police up there (again!

I got over the moutain and decided to take the highway home. On a single lane 100kmh stretch of road I caught up with a truck carrying a load of wheelie bins. Not one to stick behind anything carrying a load, I was hanging back and waiting for a break in the oncoming traffic to pass him. There was a car right up my behind as well.
What happened next seemed to be in slow motion- there seemed so much time for so many thoughts to go through my mind, but in fact it was maybe two seconds.
I saw one of the bins lift out of the truck. It hit the bitumen maybe two feet infront of my front wheel. I swerved right and hit the throttle. The bin bounced on the road (amazingly, and luckily for me, not breaking up into pieces) and flew up into the air. It careered over my left shoulder missing me by about 6 inches.
I took off around the truck, the idiot tail-gater behind me stayed behind him. I know I should have stopped and told the truckie, but I was so shaken up that I just wanted to get away.
Not two minutes down the road I overtook another truck (more hurriedly this time.) As I passed him his mud-guard flew off! It went nowhere near me, but I couldn't get home fast enough.
I am sick to my stomach everytime I think of it, and unfortunately my seat was posted off before I got to ride again. (The best thing for me after a scare is to get right back on, I have found.)
Like every other rider I am aware of the risks that riding poses each time I get on. I can't help thinking what a wheelie bin at 100kmh would have done to my head........ let alone what the ride along the bitumen after the rest of my body left the bike would have been like...... and then that nice young car driver behind me who felt the need to get up close and personal with my rear end.......
ohhh- the horror!

