I broke a fingernail

Northallerton, United Kingdom
Sunday, August 6, 2006

We came off the bike doing about 30kph and landed on the grass and I broke a fingernail. The BOSS got a scratch on her leg but didn't break any fingernails. I got a neat purple bruise on my leg because I had something in my pocket. Other than that we are both perfectly fine. Unfortunately, I broke the Canary.

Now that you are satisfied that we are in fine health, I'll fill you in on all the details.
We were speeding down the motorway in t-shirt and thongs doing way over the speed limit when I decided to pop a wheelie in front of a semi trailer..... okay - the real truth...

We were doing a sedate 80kph on the road out of York. The back tyre had a blowout and the back end started to wobble. At this point I have to thank the guys at HART Advanced Training because the emergemcy stopping they taught me just before I left, kicked into my brain as I was wobbling down the road. I managed to do a controlled brake and get the speed down and still hold the bike upright for 100 metres before I laid her down on the grass on the side of the road. I landed with the bike and the BOSS carried on for about 10 feet. I don't know if I will ever get the grass stains out of her jeans.

We got a ride in an ambulance to the hospital where we were cleared to "ride another day" - except now I have no wheels.

Now, the first person who has the urge to lecture me on how dangerous motorcycles are, will be disowned.

01 My broken fingernail
My broken fingernail
02 The BOSS's scratch
The BOSS's scratch
03 The broken Canary
The broken Canary
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