A few years ago, driving down Doughty St at about 30mph, brisk for the setting, in dry conditions in the early afternoon. A motorcycle courier pulled out of a turning 40 or 50 yards ahead, turning towards me and accelerating. The bike shot out from under him - diesel on the road perhaps - and he fell off in front of me. All the wheels of my wife's horrid Lada estate locked and the thing stopped some time after the biker had disappeared under its nose, but there was no impact. The biker came round to my window and I asked if he was OK. He nodded. 'Bit close, was it?' He held out a gloved thumb and forefinger an inch apart.
At that moment a pedestrian ran across the road from the opposite pavement and said to the biker: 'I'll be your witness! I'll be your witness!' It might have been interesting to find out what he thought he had witnessed, but both the biker and I simply stared at him without a word until he went away. Has anyone else been offered help of this sort and managed like us to resist the temptation to resort to physical violence?
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both the biker and I simply stared at him without a word until he went away.
Fantastic mental image, of him simply slowly backing away and disappearing off into the distance.
Classic!
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It's usually the opposite - can't find a witness when you need one...
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Probably not beyond the realms of possibility that this person would have been the motorcyclists witness, but at a price !!!
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