MG Car Club of South Australia
In thanks of Automotive Modernity
… and/or Club Events
A
lucky, no contact. … but the final
position of the end of my bonnet
was past the line of the driver’s
door of the other car. If I had
carried on in a straight line the
impact would have been consid-
erable. The only reason I could
steer the car to safety was due to
it having ABS fitted.
… Club Events
One recurring thought I had over
the next couple of days was that
if I had been in a car from an ear-
lier Register, then the outcome
would have almost certainly been
dire. Initially, I couldn’t imagine what
organisations like the MGCCSA could
do to improve members safety in such
circumstances.
But then it occurred to me that the club
(and clubs like it) reduce collision risks
to Members in a number of traditional,
albeit indirect ways, a key one being
organised runs. As I learnt many years
ago in my motorcycling days, a driver
may ‘miss’ seeing one motorcycle but
always appear to see a group of them.
One MG may slip under the radar in an
increasingly ‘truck’ oriented environ-
ment, but half-a-dozen (or more) will be
noticed. Plus runs generally don’t inter-
sect with commuting timeframes.
By whatever means – let us all appreci-
ate the things that help keep us safe and
enjoying our MGs.
couple of weeks ago, an appoint-
ment for a wheel alignment had me
on the road in my MG TF 160 during the
morning commuting period. A time-
period I usually try to avoid.
I was travelling down Torrens Road, at
the designated 60kph, approaching a T-
Junction to my left with two cars in a fil-
ter lane coming the other way, stationary
and preparing to turn right across my
lane.
The first car passed in front of me safely.
There was not time for the second to do
so. Unfortunately, the second driver
was distracted, commenced the turn,
then hesitated and braked about three-
quarters of the way across ‘my’ lane.
There was insufficient distance for me to
pull up.
The ‘Modernity’ bit:
I understand the theory of modulating
the brakes to prevent lock-up, but in the Haydn Reynolds (#2539)
4 seconds at my disposal my braking
reaction was to try and weld the pedal to
the bulkhead. All conscious thought was
focused on trying to steer round the
back of the ‘offending’ vehicle and into
the filter lane it had just vacated. I was
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