Several times, the most memorable was of course the last one.. I had just visited my son at his caravan park and drove off to come home. The narrow bitumen road crosses one of the busiest roads in the area, nothing but a stop sign. i knew this road well, had used it for years every day, drove up and doen the smaller road many times...
and you might guess what happens next...
Yes, at dusk, daydreaming after seeing the lad, doing about 80kph i went straight accross that main road and never felt even a bump from one road surface to the next. What i do remember was the flash of red tail lights wizzing by in my rear veiw mirror.
It then dawned on me what i had just done. I had crossed the main south road, in peak hour going home traffic that does 110kph and gone inbetween all the vehicles like in some super corregraphed hollywood movie. It did a U turn and was almost physically sick, almost vomited at the what could have been.
I crawled up to the intersection and watched the semi trailers, cars and motorbikes fly by, i had to waith several minutes for a gap long enough to pull out into. That was the closest i think i have ever been i must say. And it chilled me to the bone to think of all the families that would have lost loved ones had i even clipped so much as one vehicle in my stupidity.
Oz