Pic of St Johns Church - Built in the 1700's.
Once again at 5.30 a.m. I was on the road going towards West Point where many great generals had been trained, including a former Minister of Defence of South Africa,
General Magnus Malan. He was supposed to be on the Panam flight to the UN Security Council when it blew up in Lockerbie, Scotland. Fortunately for him and his entourage they changed their flight to the earlier Panam flight that day, he passed away recently.
Once I hit West Point, I stopped at McDonalds for a well earned breakfast of two bacon and egg muffins. I bumped into Officer Stevens again who had caught me napping on the verge of someone neatly mowed lawn the day before. He had done his duty as a good policeman and ran a check on me to see if I was not Wanted. I told him: "unfortunately I am not wanted, nobody wants me" He said he had caught 12 people this year just by running checks.
Whilst sitting on a bench in the warm sun outside McDonalds a friendly elderly man with a tie on came over to chat, he was retired but had his own logging business. We chatted about the animals that lived in the woods. He said there were cougars that had been let free further South where I was heading. Also their were black bears roaming the woods,but I was assured by Rich that they were no bother. Rattlesnakes are apparently everywhere, not to mention the blackwidow spider (one of the most deadly) could be found around this area. He was on his way to the baptist church.
I traveled 5 miles along South on Route 33 then East on Route 17 towards Williamsburg, the sun was shining and the trees lined the street on both sides as I cycled up and down hill and vale. As I was crossing the bridge which spanned over a river 10 meters down below a car sped past narrowly missing me, and then the one right behind it hit my pannier on the left rear side sending it flying, the cars bumper shaved my left leg and thigh, the Right Hand mirror hit my handlebar and was obliterated with debris from the side mirror assembly all over the road. I thought, I can't believe that I hadn't fallen off my bicycle with that impact.
The car accelerated away as I mustered a deep ear piercing scream :"Heyyyyyyy". The impact should either have knocked me off my bike or knocked me clean into the river.
By some miracle I was only slightly bruised and apart from the rack being bent on the bike, there was no other injury or damage and God I give the glory and thank him Him for keeping me from harm.
I waved down the second vehicle, a young compassionate man called Hayden who brought out a towel to wipe away the blood from the cut on my pinky. He called the police, in no time an ambulance arrived. I told them I was alright but they hung around for the police to arrive. I explained to the police that it was a "hit and run", the officer said technically it wasn't, because there was no injury or damage over $1000. He also said I should cycle on the hard shoulder of on coming traffic. As far as I was concerned it was criminal, anyway I took his advice with a pinch of salt and thought I don't want to make federal case of it.
Hayden offered to give me a lift 5 miles up where it would be safer. HAYDEN if you are reading this then : "Thanks for everything you did, and may God bless you and your family abundantly".
I cycled a further 12 miles into Williamburg where I decided to bath my wounds and bruises at the Day Inn and have a good rest.
Pic of the good samaritan -Hayden below
Once again at 5.30 a.m. I was on the road going towards West Point where many great generals had been trained, including a former Minister of Defence of South Africa,
General Magnus Malan. He was supposed to be on the Panam flight to the UN Security Council when it blew up in Lockerbie, Scotland. Fortunately for him and his entourage they changed their flight to the earlier Panam flight that day, he passed away recently.
Once I hit West Point, I stopped at McDonalds for a well earned breakfast of two bacon and egg muffins. I bumped into Officer Stevens again who had caught me napping on the verge of someone neatly mowed lawn the day before. He had done his duty as a good policeman and ran a check on me to see if I was not Wanted. I told him: "unfortunately I am not wanted, nobody wants me" He said he had caught 12 people this year just by running checks.
Whilst sitting on a bench in the warm sun outside McDonalds a friendly elderly man with a tie on came over to chat, he was retired but had his own logging business. We chatted about the animals that lived in the woods. He said there were cougars that had been let free further South where I was heading. Also their were black bears roaming the woods,but I was assured by Rich that they were no bother. Rattlesnakes are apparently everywhere, not to mention the blackwidow spider (one of the most deadly) could be found around this area. He was on his way to the baptist church.
I traveled 5 miles along South on Route 33 then East on Route 17 towards Williamsburg, the sun was shining and the trees lined the street on both sides as I cycled up and down hill and vale. As I was crossing the bridge which spanned over a river 10 meters down below a car sped past narrowly missing me, and then the one right behind it hit my pannier on the left rear side sending it flying, the cars bumper shaved my left leg and thigh, the Right Hand mirror hit my handlebar and was obliterated with debris from the side mirror assembly all over the road. I thought, I can't believe that I hadn't fallen off my bicycle with that impact.
The car accelerated away as I mustered a deep ear piercing scream :"Heyyyyyyy". The impact should either have knocked me off my bike or knocked me clean into the river.
By some miracle I was only slightly bruised and apart from the rack being bent on the bike, there was no other injury or damage and God I give the glory and thank him Him for keeping me from harm.
I waved down the second vehicle, a young compassionate man called Hayden who brought out a towel to wipe away the blood from the cut on my pinky. He called the police, in no time an ambulance arrived. I told them I was alright but they hung around for the police to arrive. I explained to the police that it was a "hit and run", the officer said technically it wasn't, because there was no injury or damage over $1000. He also said I should cycle on the hard shoulder of on coming traffic. As far as I was concerned it was criminal, anyway I took his advice with a pinch of salt and thought I don't want to make federal case of it.
Hayden offered to give me a lift 5 miles up where it would be safer. HAYDEN if you are reading this then : "Thanks for everything you did, and may God bless you and your family abundantly".
I cycled a further 12 miles into Williamburg where I decided to bath my wounds and bruises at the Day Inn and have a good rest.
Pic of the good samaritan -Hayden below
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