My Mini Cooper gave its life to spare me – Troy Media

travelPOWELL RIVER, B.C. Might 1, 2016/ Troy Media/ – Riding on a dinnertime sailing of the BC Ferries’ Queen of Surrey is inevitably relaxing after a long drive down the Sunshine Coast. You can easily have actually a salmon burger and gaze out at the moving vistas of Keats, Gambier, Anvil, Boyer and Bowen Islands passing in the twilight.

The net effect as night falls is somnolent. Routine commuters love me realize the code number “16” which the leader oddly announces on the public manage system: It signals the playing of the imminent arrival announcement: “We are now approaching Horseshoe Bay. It is time to gather your belongings and intend to return to your car on the auto deck . . .”

Soon the massive bulk of the ferry sidles in to the dock slip. This is where you have actually to sharpen your wits. Quickly. The ferry traffic gradually exits the terminal via a two-lane feeder route that rises to merge very brutally along with the two-lane circulation of Vancouver-bound traffic returning from a day’s skiing at Whistler.

The skiers are still in downhill mode; the ferry folk are merely coming spine up to speed. The point where the 2 lanes of ferry traffic converge along with the 2 lanes of Whistler traffic, to form two single lanes of commuter flow, after that comes to be further confused. The reason? Job crews have actually been carrying out remediation Job on the bridge deck spanning Nelson Creek, concerning a kilometre from Horseshoe Bay.

The merging of these two disparate traffic flows creates chaos. Fast meets slow; traffic integration need to occur immediately; brakes are slammed on; cars relocate herky-jerky; close calls are happening prior to your eyes.

My weekly experience of this mess has actually been lucky. I’ve seen two rather near-misses, however my luck ran out Wednesday, April 13th.

That night, I exited the ferry terminal and merged in to the skier traffic. I focused on remaining in the right hand lane, and completing my trek to Taylor Method exit, the hill down from the Top Levels to the Lions Gate Bridge. A couple of kilometres down the highway, I checked out the distant rapid flashing emergency lights of two police cruisers, parked side-by-side, effectively blocking the pull-over lane and the right-hand traffic lane.

I slowed down, checked my rear-view mirror, looked over my shoulder, and Swiftly pulled in to the left lane. I looked up again in to the mirror and checked out a pair of headlights behind me. I believed not anything of them.

About three seconds later, the auto behind me strike my rear bumper dead centre along with a crashing impact. My Mini Cooper S shot forward in a straight line, escaping the force of the bumper behind me.

My thoughts locked on to one thought: obtaining the hell from the passing lane and pulling over to the edge of the road. I moved without delay over to the right-hand lane then onto the road’s edge. I gradually braked and came to a prevent merely behind the 2 police cars. A young constable jumped from the one to my left and offered to call an ambulance.

I unbuckled my seat belt, stepped from the Mini and stretched my legs. Every little thing felt every one of right. It was a pitch-dark night, just lit by the brightly flashing lights of the 2 police cruisers. Yet another constable got from the auto without delay in front of me and walked up along with a look of concern.

“What’s up here?” I asked. “A timetable inspect stop,” she said.

In the left lane, the traffic continued to merge and pass us in the night. “Did you see that strike you?” she asked. I replied, “No – I was as well focused on obtaining my auto to the edge of the road.”

Whoever strike me disappeared in to the night, never ever to be found.

My beloved Mini was a write-off; luckily, I am not. The Insurance Institute for Highway Safety gives the 2016 Mini top marks in its class. Mine was older however obviously built merely as well. I merely could owe that Mini my life.

Troy Media columnist Mike Robinson, a retired chief executive of NGOs, lives near Powell River, B.C. Mike is likewise included in Troy Media’s Unlimited Access subscription plan.

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