I had a very close call with a juggernaut when I used to ride to work on my push bike in the early hours when I was much younger. I was still drunk after a night out with the lads hours before.

It was still dark on an unlit road and so I'd always looked down to avert my eyes from it's many lights in the dark. Looking down when this truck was coming towards me I realized I was on the wrong side of the road... I pulled my bars to get back so hard that I buckled the wheel (and was still on the wrong side of the road). Thankfully I rode a racing bike back then and managed to hop over the bars and run like hell.

Because of that experience I dropped alcoholic bars and just stuck to bike bars.

Back then Guinness was 75¢ a pint - I dread to think how much it is now... $5 I believe now...

The other weird thing about my experience was that I was whistling, 'Message in a Bottle' by The Police to myself.

The truck driver never stopped BTW - but I certainly did. When you get so many red flags flashing at once you tend not to ignore it...