Can U guess?

[Sheila]

Are we all up for a New years night out then?? I think I'm gonna need it after the latest event in this almost over year..

So, like I said, I have a COMPETITION for this proposed night out..

THE QUESTION.. :?:
It easy!!..All you need is a little imagination :smt115 .. and to come up with a detailed scenario (at least 2 sentences) of how you think my little accident might have happened the other day (ie. what caused it) using the clues given in the Wake up call post and what you know about my riding skills or lack there of (this is a big hint :wink: ) and the following:

There were two cars, :driving: an T intersection, a footpath with people on it and of course me on my bike. :riding: .heading straight ahead along the top of the T..

THE PRIZES..
Most Accurate answer - a cocktail of your own choice. :smt030
Funniest answer - a cocktail of OUR choice not yours and you MUST drink it! :drink:
Nastiest answer - a cockupurtail.. :smt103 no seriously.. take the p.ss all you like, I honestly don't mind.. I'm always up for a laugh.. and I promise absoloutely no offense will be taken to any answers.. so go for it!!

Righto... Have fun with this and please try to keep it comical.. but not too gory!! Oh and use as many emoticans as you like..

[Cronos]

The first SV Ecosse competition if you exclude the duel between Scooby Drew and northwind as to who can bin their bike the most. :lol:

This deserves to be a sticky. 8)

[Tiger 55]

Edinburgh. Morning. Rain beats down on badly surfaced roads. Grey faced commuters, caged in soulless boxes, edge towards hated workplaces. That Friday feeling? Tomorrow. Maybe.

Sheila is late. Hurrying. Knows she shouldn't.

"Jesus. The best roads in Queensland are the ones out of it and they're the worst in the country, but they've gotta be better than this. A bloody footpath right next to a T-Junction? You wouldn't read about it. Why is that golah stopped? Don't let that guy out, he'll just have to wait at the crossing. WAKE UP!"

Lights flash. Go. Don't go. I've seen a friend. This is a hire car. Who knows?

"Bugger it, he isn't going to move till he gets a ****ing invitation, I'll filter.

The V Twin thumps out. Heads turn. Admiring glances from teenage boys. The bike glides up the outside. Parallel now. Filling his mirrors. But he doesn't need mirrors. Foot goes down. Chris Moyles laughing at his own joke.

"NO!"

Bang.

Metal on metal. Scraping noise. Crash bungs biting. Gasps from pedestrians. A story to tell at work. And then the mantra. Sorry mate I didn't see you. They never do.

[Prawn]

'a footpath with people on it'


Cute man caught your eye :wink:

[Quedos]

I'm impressed sheila!! You mannged to get it stickied!!!! :shock: :shock: and without asking!
More than we managed for the Xmas night out! :smt102

[Sheila]

I'm impressed sheila!! You mannged to get it stickied!!!! :shock: :shock: and without asking! :smt102

Amazin huh?! :oops: I mean.. so few takers... :cry:
Some competition wouldn't go astray peeps.... not giving anything away.. but at this rate there will be no losers.. :roll:

[Kilted Ginger]

Edinburgh. Morning. Rain beats down on badly surfaced roads. Grey faced commuters, caged in soulless boxes, edge towards hated workplaces. That Friday feeling? Tomorrow. Maybe.

Sheila is late. Hurrying. Knows she shouldn't..

Visor steaming up with rain on outside and exasperated breath on inside. :riding:

Front car slows to turn right down t junction, or is he slowing for a pedestrian, or has he dropped his croissant, Sheila with excellect forward observation spots that this leaves a nice large space, much more than sv sized along his left side.
She adjusts her road position accordingly and eases to the left of the trailing car, who only now is noticing that the car in front is slowing. as sheila draws level with the door of the rear car moving as is her right into the space between the front car and the footpath, the rear car decidec to see if he can squeeze into the same gap as sheila is heading for, this isnt a problem, he's a car, he's warm and safe, nothing can go wrong,
if he's an above average driver :driving: he'll have checked his right mirror or even rear view mirror before sharply pulling left, not his left mirror though, why should he check his left mirror, its only pedestrians on the pavement on that side, dont need to indicate :stupid: , i'm in a car, indicators are only for when i park on double yellow lines.

Crunch bang :smt018 , what was that, cant see anything out of window, as sheila is now horizontal, someone must have left something on the road, better get out and check my shiny cars not marked, hey what's this, why is an attractive aussie biker :love: lying on the road next to my car, oh and look theres a shiney blue bike lying on its side, what a strange place to leave it.

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taking time for penny to drop ](*,)

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OH! did you run into me??, I didn't see you, how did you manage to hit my car at the front door?? where did you come from?? #-o

Sheila, "stupid pomme ba**ard, wtf, why, when, my bike sob, leave me alone, my bike sob, i'm fine my bike sob, f**k off my bike sob :cry:


Could be half right, every left may be a right and vice verca :wink:

[Duck-man]

Dawn breaks on another seemingly dull Thursday morning! :yawn:

Ah well at least the weekend is only a day or so away!

As Sheila swings her leg over her trusty SV (even if it is a pointy :P) dons her helmet and presses the start button!! The bike roars into life and she grins a little!

A few moments later she is wide awake, brought on by the sharp chilly Scottish morning air and the feeling of being on the bike. She smiles a she filters past all the cagers in there dull task of “the commute” to work!

Hey I am on a bike and I get to cut you guys up! Magic!! She thinks! :lol:

As she approaches a cross road junction she is scanning around for possible bampots in there over sized (ridiculously over sized) 4 x 4 used for the school runs and the dodgy rep types in there BMWs with one hand on the phone, one on the wheel whilst balancing a bacon roll on there lap and a cup of coffee between there legs! No sign of them, however the traffic up head is starting to slow. She checks her blind spots and indicates to turn left, moves over into the right road position and slows down.

As she is approaching the T junction she notices that the vehicle in front resembles the A-Team van! OMG! How cool! With no indicators on she presumes it will be driving straight over the cross roads and there is enough of a gap to get the feisty SV between the van and the curb! So she manoeuvres between the van and the curb and filters through. Looks at the people inside and watcha now there is Hannibal, B.A. and face-man all in the van! :O Holly Molly! As her gaze wanders back to the road in ,front and the prospect of turning left she notices that there is one more car in front of the A-Teams van, a bright yellow three wheeled reliant robin!!

Hmm? Strange pommie car! Seshh! :?

Still amazed at the site of the A-Team and slightly put off by it she see the wee yellow reliant has no indicators on but there is plenty of room between it and the kerb! So she edges the SV up the left hand side of the bright yellow reliant robin, only to find that it was turning left after all and is swinging in around in front of her!! The gap is closing between the curb, the van and her!

DOUH!! No where to go!! This is gonna hurt!! The yellow Reliant robin van makes contact with the SVs handle bars pushing Sheila and the bike over and onto the kerb! The bike passes the centre of gravity point and Shelia can do nothing about it!

Crunch the bike hits the deck and Sheila rolls off and onto the kerb!!

Profanities! Appear out of Shelia’s helmets and she curses and swears about her stupidity of not reading the silly wee 3 wheeler!!

Then all she hears from the direction of the car is

“Rodney you plonker!! You have only gone and knocked a biker off!!”

[northwind]

Don't seem to have it in me to be funny this evening, even by accident :) But I am up for a drink, on the other hand.

[-Ralph-]

Are we all up for a New years night out then??

Having spent the last 48 hours in a very foggy Beauvais trying to get the hell out of France I'm up for a **** up! Who else is up for this? Given the responses so far it's probably an Edinburgh job again.