On the 23 October I wrote it off

I was riding through Ngongotaha (Rotorua) towards Hamurana, quite happy cause I just picked up my gum and patches to give up smoking!
I was behind two cars which turned into side streets(the street with 4square on it and the street between the two corner bakerys). I looked down at the speedo(as you do....well should anyway) I was going about 45/50ks which is the speed limit, I look up and with in half a second I was on the ground screaming, trying to breath.
A man in a toyota surf didnt see me and went to do a Uturn. (fucking dorklanders!!!! SERIOUSLY!!) I hit just infront of his front tyre, took his headlight off.
So here I am in fetal possion in the middle of the ground winded. next thing I know theres like 10 people around me trying to talk to me and touching so I tell them to all FUCK OFF! dont fucking touch me, fuck off you cunts etc etc etc. obviously i wasnt broken i was breaking and moving around, yeah?

Then i saw how broken my bike was. I've never screamed so loud in my life, and continued to not cooperate.
half of the people backed off blah blah blah the ambulance came (something i was very pissed off about) and the cheeky cop took my key and didnt tell me(why the hell cant they do their jobs properly!!!).
No broken bones according to the doctor. sprained wrist(which i actually need xrayed again), thumb, pulled limgiments in my knee.the physio therapist half fixed that tho

so I can walk again.but everthing is STILL sore.
My poor wee bike
The good news is....insurance. I now have a new bike(even tho im still really sad about minton)

1990 cbr250rr
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