There is this particular Bridge across a river right in the middle of a fantastic windy road in The Snowy Mountains. It's a particularly long wooden bridge, long enough to rate an up gear change and acceleration mid bridge as it looks like the road continues straight. EXCEPT that straight bridge exit led into a dirt track to a picnic area with a really thick timber beam across said track at one mitre height. In reality, the bitumen exit suddenly turns 90deg left. It's a cunning trap that from the broken plastic bike bits around has caught out plenty over time. I was following someone who has an acute attraction to WOODEN Structures. I am watching as he sails straight, while I am tipping in left. He must have noticed the Timber beam last second and gently slide down the dirt under it. Not much damage but it made a huge impression and diverted my attention from where I was heading. All it took was a tiny bit of throttle mid bridge. It was one of the thankfully few times I witnessed people crash, and not just little slides off, I am taking O SHIT and my fingers get crossed. Thankfully it's usually minor injuries and the ride continues. Only once with the ultimate consequences, that was out the front of a job I was on. That one was the one I would prefer to forget.
