Near Misses and Near Perfection


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Today the riding on the island of Java was not so much ‘joy riding’ as it was joy to still be alive!  I experienced one of my closest calls with a charging 4×4. I held my breath and waited for the slam as the truck slid over the white line into our lane. I made a small last minute adjustment with a quick flick of the wrist and twist of the hips and ‘whoosh’, it skimmed my pannier leaving a smear of white paint across my country flags. Without that quick move, the bike and I would have been in bits down the road.  A frightening thought. Continue reading “Near Misses and Near Perfection”

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