
Originally Posted by
caseye
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!
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