BG> Way back in 1970, I was riding my Harley on the old Pacific
 BG> Highway near Wyong, middle of the night, no other traffic, no
 BG> moon etc., and halfway around a fast left-hander, the headlamp
 BG> blew! Switched to high beam, but it had gone as well. It was
 BG> like being inside a bloody cow, and now I know how a blind
 BG> person feels.

 BL> I don't think I'd like to try it on a bike!

 BG> It's kind of like waiting to die, then somehow miraculously
 BG> surviving. I've had some pretty scary things happen during my
 BG> life, but that would easily rate amongst the worst. 

  ROFL! Not only do you have to remember whioch way the road went, but
on a bike you have to remember which way is up!

 BL> I think it's worse in smoke (or fog), because you keep going at
 BL> full speed, expecting to come out of it... and 100m and 6
 BL> seconds later you haven't got a clue which way the road went.
 BL> *THEN* you hit the brakes.

 BG> Jeeze, you're keen! Although I must admit that one tends not to
 BG> jump on the brakes immediately in fog, which turned out to be
 BG> an almost fatal error when Lyn and I were driving through
 BG> Robertson last January.

  That's exactly what you do if you're on a road where the fog is in
the hollows; you take your foot off the accelerator and wait for the
fog (or smoke) to end... at 100K. And sometimes it goes on too long.

 BG> Thickest fog I've ever seen too, just like driving into a brick
 BG> wall, and I nearly ran into the fellow in front of me, whom I
 BG> couldn't see until I was about 5 feet away from his bumper,
 BG> even though he had his hazard lights flashing. Bloody hell! 

  Fog is really frightening. You don't like to slow down too much in
case the dickhead behind you runs into you, and you end up being the
dickhead who runs into the bloke in front.

  My funniest story is the time we were coming back from Bathurst in
light snow and heavy fog, just poking along, and on the Bell Road I
cold hardly see a thing, but everyone was overtaking me! I'd try to
tag on behind, but they were all driving like maniacs. And as soon as
I slowed down to a merely suicidal speed, he next lot would overtake
me. Finally I said: "There's something wrong," and when I pulled over
to the side of the road and got out, it was a beautifully clear night.

  The fog had cleared but the car had misted up inside!

Regards,
Bob
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