I came off my bike going along the NW motorway. I can't really remember what happened, I'm just piecing together what I was told by the witnesses and the state of my gear. It seems a car in front of me pulled an emergency brake, causing me to slam on my own anchors a bit too hard. My first memory of it is me sliding along the motorway on my chest.
The van behind me and a car in front had stopped and got out. The two guys in the van behind said they were bikers too. They picked up the old Honda and wheeled it to the side of the road while the lady guided me over. After asking if I wanted a lift (I said no, didn't want to leave the bike and I didn't think I was injured), they both left.
I called up TIE to see if I could get any help, unfortunately I chose the day his ute was in pieces to crash. But he called up crashe and Frosty to help. A police car showed up while Strat was calling me (I was supposed to meet with him for a ride) and wrote out a crash report, and put a big yellow sticker on the back of my bike. He also called out an ambo, which came along, asked me to squeeze his hand, then buggered off.
crashe arrived shortly after and with the help of a random biker that stopped (big respect to that guy, I gave him a sticker with the site address on, so hopefully we'll see him soon) we got the gear lever bent out, started the bike up and moved it up to the grass bank on the onramp.
It was an amusing two hours waiting. Swamprat stopped, and a few other bikers stopped to check everything was OK. We had a little picnic on the side of the motorway (my neck is sunburnt now - seems when you crash, not too many people have sun block in the emergency kits) until Frosty arrived with his van. We headed over to his place, and he replaced the handlebars and indicators for me to get it road-worthy again - well, sort of road-worthy. I was still a tad shocked while I was standing around and he was pulling apart my bike, so I wasn't the most talkative fella. He dropped me and the bike around at my place and I got someone to take me to the A&E. To be honest, I wasn't expecting so much waiting there. I left for the A&E at 8pm, arrived home at 5am. Apart from some very minor gravel rash, it looks like I've fractured my wrist, so I will probably be in a cast for 4 weeks. It's a bastard trying to type all this out with one hand in a cast.
Big thanks to everyone who helped out, and especially to crashe, who wasted several hours of her time waiting on the motorway with me, and to Frosty, who was unimaginably helpful - even just picking me up was beyond the call of duty, but he went and fixed the bike, too!
Unfortunately I'll be out of riding for a while, but hopefully I can get the bike fixed for when the cast comes off and get back out there as soon as possible.
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