I spoke to one of the riders that helped on the day. Didn't know his name, but he told me he'd helped until the medics arrived, that the guys bike was safe in the fire brigade's garage and that his wife was a nurse (or worked) at the hospital. He was going back to the hospital later to see how the guy was. Nice guy.
I asked the St Johns guy later in the day if he'd heard anything, but he hadn't, which was good, 'cause he'd have only heard if the guy was to be transfered to Wgtn.
Sometimes there's feck all you can do but grit yer teeth and take the fall eh? Glad he's not too bad, still, fucked his holliday.
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
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