on mud on a sharp corner. With enviable forethought the rider vacated the front seat a second before impact, leaving me gazing in awe at a pair of completely unmanned handlebars. I was carted away in a neck brace and ambulance. By the time I was 22 I'd gone right off being someone's pillion.
from Frieda Hughes: The Times: L for leather
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