Hey troops, thought you all might find this a touch amusing...........It has been Nine weeks since I had my accident on the way home from Mandurah with my mate. I still haven't got my bike back and I'm still off work. People (friends, workmates etc etc) keep telling me that I'm crazy to get back on a MC after the crash as they're sooooo dangerous. Oh Yeah????? Sunday I took a stroll around to the local shops to pick up the newspaper, I have chosen to walk the last two weekends because:
a) the weather is great and
b) I've put on a tonne of friggin weight being stuck at home On my way home I was walking on the curb (less than four minutes stroll to the front door) when I got swiped by a car. I was hit on the forearm by the mirror and the door swiped my hip. Luckily there was no serious damage and I managed to not fall over. I had actually moved to my left when I heard the car turn into the street so I was moving away from the road when they swiped me. They stopped about 10 metres up the road (possibly because I swore when I was hit......more shock than pain) but they did not get out to see if I was ok, they went on their way and parked in a driveway a little further on. I probably should have got their plate number and reported the idiots. So, it seems to me that it's dangerous to buy Sunday newspapers and go walking......better off to take a Harley to the shop I reckon
Yep! That was me down at Frasers......just call me well slung It was good catchin' up with a couple of buddies (if they read this....G'day Peeps & PHAT Chris and also J.J, Peter, Puff etc etc etc) except they told me they were going for a cruise through to Hillarys and down to Freo.....bloody mongrels
karlrockdrain: There was a heap of sand and glass on the road which was apparently from an earlier accident, I was on the inside of the oil line as my mate was on the outside of it. I hit the dirt etc and the bike refused to follow the route around the roundabout and the curb was where it went. Split second decision but I managed to lift the front wheel but to no avail. I'm not 100% sure if I got it up and over or not but the next thing I knew was i heard the crunch and I was sailing through the air. If it had been a normal sloping curb I possibly would have either continued on my merry way or gone face first into the street pole! I still maintain though that if it hadn't been the square curb I would have just kept going and would have been laughing my ass off. Instead i snapped the scapula and was sweating on how my ride was I also believe that if I had just been sitting instead of trying to lift the front then i probably would have done a lot more damage to my legs/pelvis, as it was I hit the bars with my shins/knees andjust limped around a lot for a fair while.
The real irony in that event is my ex-girlfriend lives around there and I used to say to her "one of these days someone is going to get killed here (on a Bike)". I'd actually had a couple of scares previously on the same roundabout, one time going too fast (it's an 80km zone and I went through roughly at that speed) and the other time was on my way home from her place at 3am.......the same night I had a P-Plater cut me off on the Warwick road offramp in his Doof Doof mobile, he fair packed his dacks when he realized what he'd done. Anyway, I don't know what it is about that roundabout but it just doesn't seem to flow right, it was those previous experiences that had me going slower than normal as well as the two girls about to cross the road, if I'd hit that stuff at say 60km it'd probably have been much worse.
Such is Life
First I would have ripped the bloody mirror off the car and then kicked the door in,then called the cops,as leaving the scene of an accident,no matter how minor,here in N.S.W. is a serious offence.It is a criminal offence ,not just a traffic infringement.
nobody
In thinking about what happened I've discovered another Irony.............I didn't report the idiot that hit me walking last weekend yet last summer I put in a police report after a woman tailgated me along the freeway, she was driving so far up my butt I couldn't see her bonnet badge in my mirrors (the standards not the flamed!).
I think I've left my brain somewhere