No one you will have heard of, but that’s not the point, most of us on bikes are “someone you’ve never heard of”
Twice a week when I drop my daughter at my parents house in the car, then ride to work from there, I pass through the junction at Southmoor and Hollyhedge road.
Just recently, there have been flowers tied to the railings, obviously signifying someone’s loss. Then I discovered this:
It must have been horrific for the poor lad, and I can’t imagine how the driver must be feeling. I’m going to see if I can put together a ghost bike in his honour. Thoughts?
I suggest you don’t read the comments at the bottom of that MEN article….