After an uneventful bike trip to Swindon and back this morning, we took the car out for a bit of shopping. On the was home and less than 150 metres from my home, some kid runs straight out in front of me. I'd seen a young lad of 11 or 12 cross the road in front of me and then I thought where's there's one there's usually two or more. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see just number two running alongside a parked car. I can barely see the top of his head through the side windows of the parked car. The next thing is he's in front of me, he's run across the road in front of the parked car and me. I slammed on the brakes and hit the clutch and thankfully the ABS on the Berlingo stopped me about 5 or 6 feet from the gob smack but still standing 7 year old.
His brother yelled at him for being an idiot, I yelled at both of them. It's the first time in 32 years of driving that I've even come close to knocking someone down and killing them.
I'm sure that my motorcycling skills helped with scanning for trouble.
