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Old August 14th 17, 08:53 PM posted to uk.rec.cycling
TMS320
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Default Driver killed by brick weapon.

On 14/08/17 13:49, JNugent wrote:
On 12/08/2017 21:21, TMS320 wrote:
On 12/08/17 16:48, JNugent wrote:

QUOTE:
“If I was going any faster I could’ve been killed.

“I usually do go quite fast because it’s a straight run and you can
pick up a lot of speed."
ENDQUOTE


That can mean anything. For some, 15mph can feel like a "lot of
speed". Given that proms tend to be fairly level and it's a £100 bike
with knobbly tyres, it's more than likely. But I am sure you would
disagree.

She might or might not have been intently concentrating on the ground
below the front wheel. Only she knows which.


Perhaps the rope might not have caught her under the chin had she had
her head down (as per your uninformed idea of riding positions).

Besides, any road user (including drivers, even you) is accustomed to
look for things connected to the road and disturbing the background,
not for something static floating above it. The visual system works
mostly about matching things to past experience so would take several
seconds to work out something so unfamiliar.

But she failed to see the rope. This was a life-belt rope, by the
way. Not a wire and not a thin cord. It must be the best part of an
inch thick.


A life belt rope an inch thick? Wow, folk are tough in those parts.


The Mersey is an estuarial river a mile wide at that location. The
currents are phenomenal. Parcel twine won't do.


It is possible to manufacture more than capable rope with diameter
somewhere between those two sizes.

Try having a bit of humility sometimes rather than digging deeper.

A few weeks ago someone posted a link about a Range Rover driver
failing to see something considerably bigger and which should have
correlated to something seen before. The back of a bus.


And?


You're inability to see a connection shows less brain function than
someone that doesn't see a rope strung across a path.

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