I recently split from the gf and gone through some bad moments. On friendly but not ammicable terms I have reluctantly moved out. Now my head has been all over the place and I have been very forgetfull with things as I could not think clearly about anything. Some of you are already aware of my depressions due to my son dying a few years back so life has been a struggle at times for me. I decided to leave the supershuttle at a friends house in braintree until I decide to sell it , so strapped the bike to the thule carrier but forgot to strap the wheels in. On the A12 going past the M25 underpass at 60mph I heard a whooshing sound from the roof, looked into the rear view mirror and saw the bike hit the ground bounce about 10 foot into the air where the car behind me somehow drove under the bike, it was bloody scary stuff. I pulled up ran back and got the bike out the road and to my amazement the only damage was a bent hope brake lever lost the end of the odi lockon, scratched up the right pedal rear der and completely fucked up the saddle lol.
,After being seriously pissed of for a few minutes I then realised how bloody lucky I was.