Harrumph. I went to my doctor yesterday for a check up on my neck and to get signed off work for another couple of weeks, and mentioned to her how much this accident had stuffed things up for me: i.e. having to cancel my full licence, and not being able to buy a bigger bike just yet, and not being able to do a bit of touring around North Island on aforementioned bigger bike during my holidays in January etc. So she turned to look at me, put a knowing smile on her face, and said to me, "Well as an ambulance officer, dear, it won't be long before you give up bikes when you see the damage they cause."
Where do I start telling her what's wrong with that statement. I started to tell her I was more likely to be hit by a bus etc and that it is the other road users who ... blah blah blah, but I knew it was going in one ear and out the other, so I shut up, and smiled politely while she explained why she was giving me a prescription for Nortriptyline (which I won't be filling), paid my $20 ACC surcharge and walked out. And then I went to the bookstore and bought Kiwi Rider and Two Wheels magazines, and felt just a little bit better. Now if only I could figure out how to put my helmet on with my neck brace, I could go for a wee blat ...
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