They're the best ones though. The ones where you don't die. Bit like this morning. Everything goes into slow motion, you wait for the bang and nothing happens.
Had a great one in the snow once. Going downhill, couldn't brake to stop, well, I tried and started to skid, parked car one side of the road, oncoming artic (theres) always a cunting oncoming artic on a welsh road) on the other side. Had to choose one to hit, chose the parked car, at the last second a gap opened up miraculously and I slid between the two with inches to spare. Pretty sure people were applauding on the pavement. All done in slow motion.
been there, the most memorable being when my friend received his brand new, very expensive (for a sixteen year old) aprilla race replica 50cc motorbike, they were the fastest of that engine size you could buy, generally equivalent to an old 125. anyway, on the night he got it, he brought it to our local trading estate to rip.round, and after much badgering - eventually agreed to let me have a go. i had a blast around, round the corner from where everyone was. then just before i was going to take it back, i decided to see what i could get out of it. so i found the biggest straight i could, and gunned it. as i was approaching the braking point, the bike went over a bump and the wheel locked up - i was heading slap bang towards a factory wall at at least 25mph (wasn't looking at the speedo, strangely enough) and I mean CLOSE, 20ft away and unable to think clearly to stop. to the right of where i was headed, maybe ten feet, was a huge metal skip, at right angles to the wall - suddenly, everything slowed down, i saw all the resulting crap that would occur from writing off his brand new bike, the thousands of pounds i would owe, the hospital food.. etc
as the wall came closer, time slowed further and totally instinctively i squeezed the front brake, the bikes back wheel pivoted round a perfect 90° clockwise, i mean PERFECT, then jumped forward and stalled a couple feet from the big skip
i sat in absolute shock for a minute, trying to understand how i wasn't dead (no helmet or owt), but the conversation just round the corner roused me, so i WHEELED THAT SHIT ON FOOT back round to it's unsuspecting owner, trying to hide the shakes and 1000 yard stare i was no doubt sporting. to this day the guy has no clue what almost happened that night
