Yes, you read that right - a golf bag.
There I am, halfway through my first ever 10 miler today, a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon. Taking a rest on the pavement, halfway up the only serious climb on the route, enjoying the scenery.
Out of nowhere, a knackered old golf bag flies a few feet past my right ear, across the pavement, and lands on the grass. Followed by a rapidly accelerating Ford Focus, doing around 45mph.
I wish I were feeling good about my first 10 miler right now. Instead, I'm wondering what would have happened if I were hit on the back of the head by a 40mph flying golf bag.
Bleeding morons.
There I am, halfway through my first ever 10 miler today, a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon. Taking a rest on the pavement, halfway up the only serious climb on the route, enjoying the scenery.
Out of nowhere, a knackered old golf bag flies a few feet past my right ear, across the pavement, and lands on the grass. Followed by a rapidly accelerating Ford Focus, doing around 45mph.
I wish I were feeling good about my first 10 miler right now. Instead, I'm wondering what would have happened if I were hit on the back of the head by a 40mph flying golf bag.
Bleeding morons.