Got invited to have a go on the Bucket circuit today. Holy-Shit!!!
Stepping off 200-something Kgs of Yami onto about 50Kgs of 125 bucket felt like being a weight-lifter trying to dance the Sugar-Plum Fairy in Swan Lake!
Anyway, around I went, trying to down-load some of the characteristics of this pony into my auto-file as quickly as possible, and was just starting to get a glimmer of understanding of the dynamics when some Red-Misted Knob-Jockey (isn't that such a great descriptor?) came outside my left line as I was setting up for a tight-right-hander. Then the prick cut right, right alongside.
Net result? My front wheel tangled with his exhaust, just behind his peg. He squirted off. Dpex did the high-side. Whirled through the air like a pissed helicopter blade, then SPLAT! Face down.
Total damage? Bruised...Ego. One pinky. One thumb. One shoulder. And a bit of neck whiplash. But none enough to remove me from tomorrow's event at Puke.
And did the little weasel who did this come forth and fess up after the event with some weak excuse like, 'Sorry Mate. I thought you wuz Craig Shiriffs so, like I thought you could hack it.' ...or something.
Oh no. The little toad went off and hid. As it happened, nobody was watching at the time, so the little skunk got off Scot-free. But he knows he did it, and will probably believe I can ID him. That should make his miserable life a bit more miserable for a while, as he awaits the call which will never come.
But hey! The good news is. I just had my very first ever bin. In fact, very first-ever accident on anything with wheels. So that's kinda cool.
I feel a bit 'blooded' so to speak.
But Jesus, it happens so quickly, huh? One second you're roaring around, the next you're staring at the ground, doing a quick body check and thinking, "Mother would not approve of this."
Anyway. First bin. Let's hope it's the last for a long time.
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