Turning left from Brigham Creek Rd onto SH16 this evening, after a bunch of annoying tiptoeing about on the nasty-arse wet 'n' greasy roads of today, I unwisely grabbed a little too much throttle in second gear.
Result - one sideways SRAD, one jrandom highsiding through the air with the greatest of ease, and landing on his thumb, of all things.
Compound fracture of the proximal phalange of my left thumb, plus a crack across the base of the metacarpal. My thumb is now in eight pieces instead of three. I thought it was just dislocated at the time, told concerned passersby to shove it with the idea of calling an ambulance and rode home after a quick refreshing lie-down in a ditch. The clutch pull was interesting, to say the least.
Plastic surgery at Middlemore tomorrow! I feel like a Desperate Housewife. At least they let me come back home in a cast.
The bike seems fine, apart from a bent rear brake lever and general scratches that will add to, rather than detract from, its fine ratshit flavour. Thank goodness for crash bungs.
The Jandal giveth, and the Jandal taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Jandal.
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