FAIL · 2008-08-26 15:54
What did I do to deserve this?
Last weekend, after a very lovely Saturday spent walking around waterfalls with my lovely sister and her boyfriend, I awoke the following day to my phone ringing. My mate had just got his bike license and was in the area. He came over and after I finished having breakfast, we left to have coffee in Katoomba. Now because my bike was still in the shop from the last prang, I rode his bike with him riding pillion.
You can see where this is going.
The coffee was great. I was feeling good, alive and aware of it. Winter is almost over - it's very nice and mild and sunny in the mountains at the moment. Going around a corner along the back way from Katoomba to Leura (Right here, thank you), I found myself lying on my left hand side with the bike on my leg, sliding. We didn't slide very far because I wasn't going that fast. About a metre.
My guess is that we hit a little patch of oil. It only has to be little - the contact patch on the front wheel of a motorcycle is about the size of a 20 cent piece. Imaging going around a corner and hitting one of these little blobs of grease. Instantly, the front slides out from under you and you're left sliding along the bitumen. That's where we found ourselves.
I was wearing all my gear except my Kevlar® reinforced pants. A nice big hole was warn into my boots - I would now be missing a toe if it weren't for that. Also my nice new jacket got a large scuff up the forearm. A little bit of a scuff on my new gloves.
Massive rip in the denim jeans I was wearing where it hit the pavement. My mate got up, stood there looking at his brand new bike, me underneath it. I think he was having the same sort of shocked feelings I experienced last week. It took a bit to convince him to lift the bike off my leg so I could stand up. I wouldn't have blamed him if he left me there at that point. (He is still my friend though)
I stood up, and it really started to hurt like a mother. Shakily took off my gloves and helmet. Passers by had rushed over to help and make sure we were OK and, god bless 'em, one of them offered me a cigarette. I told him I'd rather fall off the other side of the bike, but thanks for the offer.
I spent most of the day at the hospital waiting for someone to dress my wounds. You can see photos on my flickr page, if you're into that sort of thing. Quite nasty what the impact did to my keyring. Look at the scuff marks on the keys! I'm going to be extra careful what I put into my pockets from now on - Imagine if those keys had have been facing the wrong way. I could have been deprived of my manhood.
That ring used to be a circle.
It's funny, I bought a new jacket and gloves, and they turn out to be cursed. 2 times I've worn that shit, 2 times I've crashed. They say things come in threes. Well, let's find out. I should get my own bike back this week some time.
This lovely spring weather we're having is the ideal condition for riding.
Holy Crap! What the hell ?
You’re in the wars :(
Are you ok … ?
Need anything let me know.
TV’s yours.
— shelluva 2008-08-31 17:41 #
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