Returning from today's club run, I came across a terrible accident on one of the hills leading out of the Peak District and into Sheffield (Baslow Hill). All day long motor cyclists had been hammering it along the roads in Derbyshire and I am used to their high speed antics on this particular hill as it is close to home and my normal route into and out of the Peak District.
As I started the climb, an ambulance came past with sirens blazing and, 10 minutes later, as I approached the top of the climb it was obvious that something major had occured. Working my way to the front of the queue of cars in the hope that I would be able to slide past the obstruction I came across a most appalling sight.
One poor unfortunate lying in the road, fully covered with a blanket, and police/papramedic activity in an adjacent field.
From talking to an eye witness it would appear that a motor cyclist had overtaken a number of cars, at speed, but had lost control at the top of the hill, swerved across the road and had hit and killed a cyclist coming the other way. The motor cyclist was also killed.
The eyewitness went onto to say that the motor cyclist, in his estimation had been travelleing at over 80 mhp (50 mph speed limit) when he had overtaken his car: in fact his passenger had prophetically commented that the "motor cylist was going to kill himself if he continud to ride at that speed". 10 seconds later he did, and took an innocent soul with him!
Can't get over the idea of a fellow cyclist, out for a pleasant afternoon ride, having his life snuffed out in an instance.
When I eventually got back home I couldn't speak for several minutes and just hugged my wife with tears streaming down my face. Sixty minutes later and my hands are still shaking as I type this message.
No more to say.