(Originally posted on MySpace)
Ever been able to read your name on a car that was speeding your way?
I just had that experience this weekend and it wasn't nice.

We were off to Luxemburg for a nice Easter weekend of camping and motorbike riding.
The roads in Luxemburg are excellent: they are full of bends and curves in all directions, including up and down. The tarmac is either very smooth or quite bumpy. Both are fun, albeit in a different way.
The landscape is rural and very green and pretty, you often have a lovely view from one of the countless hills and mountains.
There are many nice camp sites, most of which welcome bikers.
Fuel is cheaper there than it is in the Netherlands (which isn't very hard).

In short, it's a motorcycle rider's perfect country.

We arrived on Friday evening, it was totally dark, so we quickly put up our tent and joined the jolly group of friends seated at the campfire for a chat and a drink.
The next morning it was sunny and fairly warm, so we sat on the grass, had a wonderful breakfast and took our time to do nothing in particular. Eventually, we decided to go for a ride; a friend of ours came along, so there were three of us.

We were merrily rolling along, I was riding in first position, when we passed a curve that was on top of a hill, so there was no view of the road ahead. And when I could see the road again, I saw two cars, side by side on the exactly two-cars-wide road, coming right at me.
Whoa !!

Even my leg hair stood on end.
I did the only thing I could do: first I braked fairly hard, then I got out of the way... and off the road. I steered the bike onto the shoulder, which was not wide and quite bumpy, but I was glad it was there at all. Things got very shaky for a while untill I managed to slow down and eventually come to a stop, without even falling over.
The guys were riding a bit behind me and by the time they were able to see anything, the motorist (who was braking as well) was busy getting his car back behind the other one, and I was off the tarmac. So they didn't get half the scare I got, because by then I was out of danger. But they did see enough to be pretty sure that the driver wouldn't have been able to avoid hitting me if I hadn't acted quickly and moved out of the way.

I felt a bit shaky and we took a short break, and then continued on our way. The &*%@$ driver never stopped; I hope he got a decent scare. With any luck he may even have learned a thing or two... or peed in his pants.

I'm actually quite proud of handling this the way I did! And once more, riding a dirt bike came in handy... I felt like hugging it and saying 'well done'.