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Huw Pritchard
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Cycling home from work the other day, I approached a traffic light controlled junction. Lights turn
green for me, a quick check to make sure that no-one's trying to nip through the main road on red,
and off I set. I've just started across the road when I hear a car. Some pillock in a Subaru Impreza
is fast approaching (at speeds in excess of R7).
I suppose I should be grateful that he bothered braking for the lights instead of just ploughing
through, possibly taking me with him. He jams on the anchors and finds himself in a rear wheel skid.
Taking out a no-entry sign completely and severely bending a set of traffic lights, he came to a
stop, about three feet away from me.
The car wasn't exactly a pretty sight, the front bumper had been ripped off on the island, coolant
was weeing everywhere and his rear nearside wheel bearing had decided it had had enough and left the
wheel lying flat on the tarmac.
That was a bit close for comfort.
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green for me, a quick check to make sure that no-one's trying to nip through the main road on red,
and off I set. I've just started across the road when I hear a car. Some pillock in a Subaru Impreza
is fast approaching (at speeds in excess of R7).
I suppose I should be grateful that he bothered braking for the lights instead of just ploughing
through, possibly taking me with him. He jams on the anchors and finds himself in a rear wheel skid.
Taking out a no-entry sign completely and severely bending a set of traffic lights, he came to a
stop, about three feet away from me.
The car wasn't exactly a pretty sight, the front bumper had been ripped off on the island, coolant
was weeing everywhere and his rear nearside wheel bearing had decided it had had enough and left the
wheel lying flat on the tarmac.
That was a bit close for comfort.
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