Oohhhhh gurlll what a dramatic night. Went for a quick squid up Mt Coot-tha the other night. Always the scenic route to the summit and always stop and have a look out at my beautiful city π₯°.
It was warm so we debated wearing the full riding kit or take it easy to minimise risk of getting ummm dead lol. Decided to go chance it because I know and understand the consequences of my actions.
All goes well, leisurely up the mountain the back way and to the summit, have a stop and enjoy the view. Head back down and it’s ALWAYS slow because the direct route to and from the summit is popular with the popo. I can manage 50km/h for a bit πΌ.
At the bottom roundabout – Mt Coot-tha Road and the city end of the Western Fway – there is a fork in the road to go left towards city or 2 lanes right turn only to head West on the freeway. A car in front of us comes to a stop at the giveaway (right lane) indicating right. Not sure why he is giving way there is no one coming π€·π»ββοΈ so we take the left lane that is also right turn only.
Just before we pass him the little arsehole shoots left with a milliseconds indication. All I can see is Mr rolling along the ground and his bike scooting into the roundabout. Not a fantastic time for him or me watching. The car slows right down but doesn’t stop. I can tell he’s gonna do a runner so try and remember his plate. It’s at this point I realise I’m tired and old πππππ.
I yell out to old mate MOVE MOVE IM GONNA CHASE THEM seeing as how a truck hit me on Ipswich Rd and while I was picking myself up, checking I was ok and moving my bike off to the side so traffic could flow past … he fucked off. π‘π‘π‘. What kind of person does that? Anyway lesson learned and it’s on.
They don’t get far when he realises ahhh shit that bike is chasing me and pulls over. Window goes down and it starts ‘what even happened back there? I don’t even know what happened?’ Ummm you went left on a right turn only from the fucking right lane. Get your arse back there and sort it out. Don’t run because you won’t lose me *dunno much but my traffic skills are ripe as all shit haha*.
I follow him back and he pulls over, traffic exiting the freeway is starting to back up, Mr starts blasting the shit out of him and I park off to the side. There are already bikes and cars helping Mr move his bike to the side. Another however many minutes of Mr ranting π and it’s time for calm so I have to step in and take control.

Step 1 exchange details. Step 2 contact police … those guys can’t be stuffed coming out unless alcohol or drugs are involved, oh well the less cops the better I suppose even when you’re doing nothing wrong. Step 3 try and establish who is in the wrong. Young fella admits yeah oh performed illegal manoeuvre causing Mr to take evasive action. Fortunately for Young Buck, mummy’s BMW has no damage – to avoid it, Mr dumped the bike on its side instead. Just shit for everyone on all sides.
Young Buck takes off, loadsssss of other motorbikes, cars and even a cop (bit late there buddy LOL) stop to check we are ok. Few scrapes and bruises so Mr goes with the Towie who drops him at the hospital to get checked over and carts the bike back to overnight storage.
I pick him up later from the hospital after lodging claim online and sending him the claim number to forward to he towie.
Lovely guy the towie Wayne from Bike Tow Brisbane based in Coopers Plains … he was in bed so had to shower and change to come and collect Mr and his bike πππ we usually use Wayne or would use another friend Kiarn who owns Apex Motorcycle Towing (depends if North or South side).
There is Part 2 *in progress* to this story. Stay tuned and stay safe all.
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