While riding behind a rather battered blue fiesta, full of fluffy toys on the back shelf of the car, I read its stickered motto:
“Only drive as fast as your broom can fly.”
It makes me smile. I’ve just rounded a bend and have misjudged it completely, take it a little too fast and find myself heading on a collision course with a white van on the opposite side of the road. I think the driver looks as aghast as I do. But survival instinct takes control, and I’m back on track without even stopping.
It isn’t a comfortable journey. Although I gain control of the bike, progress from 40mph to 45, handle slip roads into dual carriageways I didn’t expect, and am generally pleased with my handling of the various situations that present, I’m in a state of general anxiety. I am unfamiliar with the road, and decide to do a U-turn home.
It’s a good plan. Except it isn’t possible on the road I’m on. It leads me to a town I don’t want to be in. The way I know is a difficult road to negotiate, meaning multiple lane crossings.
I proceed to find my way out of the town, taking left turns on minor roads and following my nose back to the road I was on. Success! I have a smooth journey home in familiar surroundings until I get to the final roundabout. I make a mistake which keeps me awake most of the night trying to figure out what I did wrong. I’m trying to turn left up a hill and the bike loses power. I can’t overcome the problem quickly enough, so pull over. I’m not in a good position and am a potential hazard on the road.
I’m home and we talk about guardian angels and how thankful we are they are working so hard. I’m convinced that I have an army of guardian warriors. I may have lost a few in my battles, but there’s a back up force.
Later that night, Verd is reading a biker biography and he quotes:
“Only ride as fast as your guardian angel can fly.”
To keep up with the flow of traffic, my warriors will have to shift from their destriers to coursers.
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