Never
Once
Twice
Three times
Four times
Five times
Six or more times
Phew. Thought I might have to start a thread about how what you eat affects your road skills.
I like Indian & Asian.
Oh, back on track. Only had one off involving road furniture. A Volvo towing a caravan. No, not his fault. I bounced off his extended wing mirror but kept it together until I hit my mate and his Honda Dominator parked across the passing bay ahead. T'was on a single lane road in the Scottish Highlands. Blame? The two chicks in the VW Golf soft top who flashed their tits at me as we passed. I just went to pieces and totally missed the car & caravan.
Manopausal.
Is it just me or what?
Once on a downhill, in the wet (admitted, own fault) 1. (But admits readily to 2 which still isn't right if he did crash twice more on ice, after the one in the wet, it Becomes 3!)
Twice on ice? 2.
Twice, didn't see dog running at him? 2.
Twice didn't see muppets who drove into him? 2.
( what did they do to deserve that title?)
TOTAL, so far. 7!
Sorry folks this wasn't a bad thread until I opened my big mouth and asked the stupidest question.
I promise I won't do it again.
Every day above ground is a good day!:
Oh and while we're in the confessional. I've had just the one. A small lie down in a ditch after giving up on a corner back before I got better at planning corners
...my most memorable two wheeled off was pedalling like fuck to beat my best time back from Governors Bay on my really high tech Healing 10 Speed, that weighed about as much as a small motorcycle...I was that intent on beating my record that as I approached Lyttelton and the roundabout outside the tunnel I was head down and arse up...I ran into the back of a Holden station wagon ...smashed my front teeth on the back window...on another occasion on said Healing, I had got back to Lyttelton and was just about to turn left up the hill by the British Hotel, when old Bob, a tally clerk on the wharf pulled out on me...he was on his XL Honda...I flew thirty feet before hitting the deck on the opposite side of the road...Bill who was just opening his shop, Mason Struthers Hardware, had just stepped out onto the pavement as I landed in the gutter beside him...he thought I was pissed and had just fallen in the gutter...my 10 speed was pretty fucked...
Yep, well now you've done it.
Remember those collapsible Rally 20's???????????
On the carrier on the back my mate steering, down hill.
OK, down the slalom it's Griffith Street in Put a Ruru, some of you may know it, but I can assure you, not as intimately as me.
10 maybe 12 two biggish lads, he lived there, w'ed done this before.
Off we go from the top, got about half way, speed wobbles! uh huh.
3/4's and we're flying man, OK, take the right hand turn into front of Aunty Jeans from McKenzie's, place.
Nope, handle bars turned nothing else, at about that moment we're both shaking our heads , going, Oh, No, this is gunna hurt.
Then the thing literally collapsed, course we liked that about it normally, BUT not right at that moment.
He rode a two wheeled pygmy rocket across the road and through the trees into the High Schools grounds, straight through the 8 wire fence, unharmed. Had a lot to do with riding(if you could call it that by then) a bit like ol man Munroe on his Indian, spread from the front to the back, went through between the wires.
Me, well I got to see Aunty Jean, as they feed me, my front teeth and what was left of my hands, knees and face into the Ambo, hello Mr Jarrett.
Doctor first, Doc Allen.
Then Dentist, that Barstard Sinclair, didn't even give me an anusthetic ( See what I did there?) got one of em back in, the other has been missing ever since.
Scars took awhile and to this day when I see one of those R20's I get this uncontrollable urge to run, the otherway!
Every day above ground is a good day!:
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