I took off at the lights by KFC, in the bus lane. I relaised there was a Red Ninja beside me, was going to slow down and let them pass (seeing as they have such a nice bike vs my GN250). They were blocked from getting ahead though so I went on myself. A few hundred meters up the road, a red truck appears cutting across my front. I hit the brakes, SMASH! I fly about 5-7 metres into the Frank Allen sign- thanks for the sign, it would have hurt much more without it.
Then there are faces, telling me not to move. I lay there for a minute or two and try to determine if anything is broken. Every time I move, people freak out and tell me to stop. Eventually I think "Stuff this, I'm getting wet!" and stand up, checking myself out. All seems fine, it's going to hurt but it seems fine.
I just know the bike is going to be stuffed. I see the truck, it's got a bike ding centre front where I hit it and ricocheted into the sign.
Ninja girl is coming over to us, checking me and the bike out for injuries and offering to be a witness. Thanks so much, I completely forgot to get your details, but the towie passed them to the cops and everyone is thinking it's his fault for pulling in front of me, & his company will have public liability insurance, which will cover it. As a witness, you're probably the deciding factor as to whether I get my bike back and keep riding, or just write it off as a loss and stick to my car until 2050 when I can afford a bike again.
With ultimate luck, it'll be a complete write off and I can put the $ towards a sports bike!
But I'm damn lucky to be alive and walking, and even more damn lucky there was someone right behind me going the same speed who can vouch that I wasn't speeding. Someone in a parked car facing the other way said I was speeding, but how the hell would he know, with no gauge and not even watching me when it happened?
Thanks Ninja chick! You're awesome!
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