God Took my reason to live.
I found the edge of my rear tyre. Coming onto the front streight i was just back by a bit from my mates ZXR400, coming into the first fast righthand jennian homes corner he started to break, i just whacked on the throttle because i was sure i could get through without breaking, just id have to get right down... so anyways who knows what speed around 160 at a guess? i came through the corner PERFECTLY, i swear it was perfect, i leaned, got down furhter then ever before, and i swear i was all of a few inchs from scraping my knee, and i needed to get down a little lower, just a little, to make the corner perfect, so i did.. and then all of a sudden it felt like the bike was going to tip onto its right hand side, like really fast, so i accel/rip it up to the left, streighten it up, and go offroad... where i didnt actually lock up, but just the brakeing on the front on slippery grass i think made the rear (prolly actually slidding a little udner engine braking) coming around, and hello! my rear wheel was trying to overtake me on the right hand side!
It all turned to shit, bike over ass over bike over ass over sand into bike ouch tank crack oumph ahhhhhhhh. Fuck yeah, now that was a buzz! is how it all happendonly the buzz bit lasted 1second, then it was allout rage :P my apologies go to the poor track dudes that copped the lot. and thanks for bringing my bike back.
Well i spose at least i found that edge, only i dont want to find it again, Because when i do, i seem to get a sore shoulder and a broken bike out of it
Ambulance came ffs, i didnt want it to, and they wanted to take me to hospital or somthing to get X-Rays of my lungs! they aint bones! they cant break! is exactly what i said. Apparently the muscle in left shoulder is bruised/hasknots, and my left lung must be fairly well bruised, and apparently that means fluid can go into it or somthing ifi dont keep breathing heavy, but breathing heavy hurts. Stuff it, i refused and jumped into my van, drove home with the bike in that back, which is where it lies now.
The only funny thing about the whole crash, was that it put thetiddliest scratch on my brand new racing boots, NOT ONE MARK on my brand new helmet/visor, yet ripped my old mans 15 year old leathersnot too bad, i think they just split and let my left thigh take the grinding :P
cya all, life sux
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