There’s a dreadful clip released by a man’s family of mad Wednesday on the Isle of Man when the same thing happens, some lad comes round on the wrong side of the road and runs at that speed straight into a lad minding his own business headed the other way. Caught on helmetcam by the biker behind the innocent party, both bikes and riders effectively disintegrate.
I wonder is it also as Ireland once upon a time had 1 car per family for the most part. I remember families at school with no car. Most people probably did cycle as it was cheap and free. Then we got a few quid and it was “buy shit we don’t need because we must impress the neighbours. Must impress the neighbours was a big thing in Ireland in the 80s. Don’t speak with your culchie accent. Put on a twang. Don’t curse. It’s “nothing” not “nothin” etc”…