There are corners…and corners: <br />Some you turn but others turn you. <br />Some can be seen a mile off in poor visibility at night. <br />Others….well others you just don’t see coming <br />Until curve and camber wage their war <br />Against mass, velocity and vector <br />And Newton predicts and picks both Victor and Vanquished: <br />Your hard-won right of choice wrested from your control <br />And surrendered in a heart-in-mouth second <br />To the uncaring, uncompromising forces of physics <br />Which unilaterally determine your terminus <br />Whilst guaranteeing nothing in terms of your condition upon arrival. <br /> <br />Tight corners and high speed don’t mix <br />(Especially two-up on the two-tyred ride that is young love) . <br />Sometimes even a careful corner-crawl <br />Is no match for a seductive, iridescent sheen of oily advice <br />Spread ‘helpfully’ across the tarmac by dispensers of four-wheeled wisdom. <br />Such corners deserve a warning sign: <br />‘You’re on your own. Only you can ride it to survive it.’ <br /> <br />Me, I saw the oil far too late. <br />I was busy looking 6 or 7 year-miles up the road <br />(with personal and pillion interests equally weighted and balanced) <br />For life’s biggest chicanes and hairpins, <br />When the rear wheel got away from us in slow motion inevitability. <br />Neither brake nor throttle could stop the slide <br />Truth to tell: I never tried…<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corners-2/
