Or just another biker down thread...
Last Thurs, Daughter and I decided to take a ride over to Kaiaua for lunch. Twas a nice day and we took the 1100f for a run. Georgies boyfriend was to accompany us on his Yamaha 250 Zeal. Gassed up at Waiuku and planned on the Bombay Hunua route. All was going fine until we encountered an asian lady driving a 4WD. She was driving slowly and we followed her at a respectable distance on a twisty section. The old 1100f is in no way a sprot bike and with precious cargo on the back and boyfriend in tow, there was no need to get sporty. As we approached a long straight, the vehicle slowed and shifted to the left. This was a good spot to overtake, so I did so and as we accelerated through around 70K's, (witnessed by following boyfriend) she did a sudden and aggressive right turn in attempt to do a Uey toward a driveway on the right.
Out of the corner of my left eye, a dark shape rapidly emerges and basically the front right guard of the vehicle impacts the left side of my bike around the fuel tank area. I remember the impact on my left side, remember the moment my tyres succumbed and I lost control and remember hearing my helmet crunching its way down the road.
There is a blank period, I'm lying on my back with my head down hill in a drain. The bike is pinning me there and I cannot breathe, I cannot move and I remember feebly waving my hands for help. The bike is lifted off me, I breathe (though it hurts and there is some wierd gurgling happening down there) and leap to my feet removing my helmet. My left arm is dangling and wont respond. There she is, Georgie, sitting on the side of the road holding her knee. "Dad I've got a bad cut, a real bad one bit I'm OK, you really should sit down, you look bad". The arm is still flapping in the breeze and yet won't work and pain is starting to settle in. A bystander arrives and "shit man, you gotta sit, your arms real fucked up".
There is an argument with raised voices, one of them is Nathan and he is threatening someone and using language uncharacteristic of him. He is actualy trying to stop our Thai lady, who is continuing with the tirade of "not my fault" from doing a runner and threatens to take her keys.
The cops arrive and are a huge help they make my situation more comfortable and take a few statements. She just keeps up her "not my fault, motorbike go too fast" tirade.
The Ambulance arrives, sister morphine does her thing and my world fades into a very small one of dull sounds and sensation.
Next best recollection is in Middlemore HDU, five broken ribs, punctured lung and a fractured and dislocated shoulder ensure a six day stop in hospital for me. Georgies knee is flayed to the bone with a very contaminated wound that requires two lots of surgery and gets her four days in a ward at Middlemore.
Both of us have on going rehabilitation.
We are both ATGATT followers and the gear did its job reasonably well, with a lot of the damage being done by the "ventura" pack rack that sheared into a sharp blade that slashed our leathers and flesh. The bike is completely destroyed and it could have been worse as the fuel tank ruptured and emptied 20 odd litres of fuel over the scene that fortunately didn't ignite.
Not an entirely enjoyable experience that I don't wish others to go through, with the most disturbing part being the realization that our Asian lady was so mean in spirit that she was prepared to leave the scene and do a runner. This is not the way Kiwi's should be and if I hadn't have had a couple of clear thinking teenagers with me, I may have perished.
Tomorrow we are all going to visit the scene and the bike to bury a few demons that have been haunting some of us over recent days.
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Originally Posted by White trash
(i know she is a teenager but she will always be your little girl)
(bad karma face)
and as has been said lets hope she understands not to do it again, troubling thing is she was going to leave the scene, has she learned anything with that attitude?
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