I was on my way up the M2 to London again, when I hit a single lane traffic jam. This is very common on British roads in England in summer. What better way to start the holiday period. Anyway, I was not in a rush today, so I thought I would pull up behind a 40 foot flat bed trailer unit. I eased my crash helmet up on my head and rolled a cigarette, enjoying the sun and a moments peace. I was just finishing my smoke when I saw him. My Guardian angel was standing on the opposite side of the motorway. I looked at him and laughed. Here I am, sitting on a stationary motorcycle, in a line of traffic. I heard a vehicle pull up behind me, when I turned I saw another car on its way and an articulated lorry in the distance. What could possibly happen?

I looked at my Guardian angel and said, to myself more than to him, “I think you got it wrong this time buddy”. Just as I put my cigarette out, I heard an almighty bang followed by the scream of metal against metal. I spun my head round whilst still astride to bike, to be greeted with an amazing sight. An airborne Tesco articulated lorry. It really is quite something to see. It takes quite a lot to get a 40 Ton truck into the air. The lorry had hit the back of an old white Citron at 70 miles an hour and used it as a ramp. I took the time to look back at the guardian angel and said, once again more to me than him “You must be joking”. It was at this point that the lorry came back down to Earth. With a thump I might add. Right on the back off my motorcycle topbox. This had the affect of bringing the front of the bike up, like a seesaw, and slamming me into the front of the lorries cab. Due to momentum, the lorry, the two cars now under it and me, then carried on down the road. Only a short distance, but enough for me to worry about the flat bed lorry in front of me becoming my guillotine. As our conjoined convoy moved forward, the lorry in front pulled away. Once stopped I managed to force myself, and my motorcycle, free from the wreckage. By the time I was able to get there, the young woman behind me was getting out of her car and the four guys in the Citron were emerging too. Not one person got more than aches and pains. The trailer wheels were on the back of the Citron, and the cab wheels were sitting on the bonnet of the Ford Escort that had pulled up behind me. My angel had gone.