Vera Hanson's adventurous excursions in her motorised three-wheeler has inspired....
It's strange what thoughts go through your mind when you think that you're about to die.
I remember sitting in the back of our Austin Allegro car, one dark winter's evening, as my dad drove us home from visiting my grandmother....We must have hit a patch of black ice because the car suddenly swerved and I was flung across the back seat. Through the windscreen I had a fleeting glimpse of a hedge, barely a couple of feet in front of the car, brightly illuminated by our headlights. An image frozen in my mind even now.
"So this," I thought, "is what it's like to die. My thoughts afterwards? Well, I'd have different priorities now, but at the time...I shuddered at the thought that I might have died a virgin.
Anon
As a young child I travelled everywhere with my father in an invalid trike sitting under the sign which read "passenger carrying is forbidden". As I was told to keep my head down I did not see the outside world...there are many tales to tell. His last journey in his little blue car was when he was crashed into by a gang of escaping robbers. They did have the decency to call an ambulance to help him before they scarpered....We used to call the little car "Pop Pop".
Mary Groves
...On being forced off the road by a drunk driver at high speed, the only course of action left open was to cover my head and wait for the car to stop rotating about an axis that cars should never be asked to attempt. While waiting for the inevitable bump I distinctly remember hearing the theme tune of 'The Magic Roundabout' running through my mind. And the line, "'Boing' said Zebedee" surfacing when I finally crashed. I often use that phrase these days just to prove to myself I am still alive.
Anton Clarke
