I broke a fingernail
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.
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