I’ve always been sceptical about UFOs, until tonight that is.
There am I, at night, going round a tight-ish (for a motorway) right-hand bend on the M25 at a speed of ‘around’ 70 [no self-incrimination here], in inside lane then moving across middle lane with aim of going into outside lane.
Then time sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows…
From the top right corner of my vision there comes an object. As it arcs ever so slowly towards me, it comes more into my beam. I calculate it’s flight - a beautiful arc onto the road to my right front then a bounce into me.
What is it? Something fallen off a vehicle on the other carriageway. It’s looks big & heavy (it doesn’t flap about in it’s 70 mph ish flight) like a sack of potatoes, a bag of rocks, a bag of gravel.
Time goes ever so slowly. I wonder what it’s like to come off at high speed in the dark and play the lottery of will I be run over by a car or a truck?
Ok, brace for 140+ mph impact. It hits the road, smoke goes up then splatter, splatter, ow, ow, ride through smoke.
So this is what it feels like when you die.
Wait, I hurt. I must be alive. Yee hah!
I pull over. Bike and my right leg has rhs covered with what looks like cement. It must have been a cement bag, which broke open when it hit the road leaving clumps and powder to career into me.
How lucky can you be? All I’ve got is bruises. Had I been blasting along the outside lane I would have taken the full force of the bag and can’t see myself surviving that very well.
I shall now get myself a strong drink.
Anyone had any experiences like this?
Ian


