Was chucking a U turn at a T junction after a lovely country run. Pulled up at the T bit, checked I was in the correct gear, indicating the right way, checked both ways, pulled out, looked at the ditch on the side I was pulling out onto, tried to correct it and look where I wanted to go but ran wide, hit the gravel, lost traction, bike started going down on my right side, swung back out on the road, regained traction, flipped the bike over and smashed it onto its left side.
Took a really nice whack to the head, which hurt worse than all my other bits hitting the ground together. I didn't know your head could hurt that bad in a helmet.
Would have laid there a while but I didn't fancy getting run over so I picked my girl up and tried to assess the damage but the knock to the head meant I wasn't really thinking coherent thoughts.
I was picked up by a lovely family who took my bike back to their place and let me call a tow. The tow turned up and they put my damaged baby on the flatbed.
I spent 4 hours in the waiting room at the hospital for them to give me some painkillers and tell me I was fine and to go home.
I was extremely blessed with those who came to my rescue though. The family were all riders and had trail bikes and quad bikes all over the place. The father used to ride a harley and checked my bike over. The tow truck driver rides a harley and said I should join the annual toy run. The dr who gave me 'happy' drugs used to ride and would love to get back into it. I, basically, got a collective pat the back from everyone and a "Welcome to the club, mate". They'd all come off before and I was a real biker now.
The damage to my bike that I know of is broken fairings, cracked mirror, broken clutch, broken gear lever. Someone was checking it over and stopped talking when he was checking the forks, he didn't tell me what was wrong but looked concerned so I hope that it's not too bad. I might have bent the handlebars with the force that I hit the ground too but I'll have to wait for the insurance assessors to look at it.
Thank God for my helmet, which did it's job very well and now can RIP in helmet heaven. My jacket is torn but I think I'll wear it as a badge of honour. The rest of me is battered and bruised but otherwise unscathed. My Hornee jeans and boots are untouched so I guess my fairings sacrificed themselves for me. I was clearly in shock and concussed but I managed to hold off on crying until I got home and could curl up in bed and sob like a big baby.
Dress for the fall, people. You only get one chance at it. And don't look at ditches!
Sore,
C.
Took a really nice whack to the head, which hurt worse than all my other bits hitting the ground together. I didn't know your head could hurt that bad in a helmet.
Would have laid there a while but I didn't fancy getting run over so I picked my girl up and tried to assess the damage but the knock to the head meant I wasn't really thinking coherent thoughts.
I was picked up by a lovely family who took my bike back to their place and let me call a tow. The tow turned up and they put my damaged baby on the flatbed.
I spent 4 hours in the waiting room at the hospital for them to give me some painkillers and tell me I was fine and to go home.
I was extremely blessed with those who came to my rescue though. The family were all riders and had trail bikes and quad bikes all over the place. The father used to ride a harley and checked my bike over. The tow truck driver rides a harley and said I should join the annual toy run. The dr who gave me 'happy' drugs used to ride and would love to get back into it. I, basically, got a collective pat the back from everyone and a "Welcome to the club, mate". They'd all come off before and I was a real biker now.
The damage to my bike that I know of is broken fairings, cracked mirror, broken clutch, broken gear lever. Someone was checking it over and stopped talking when he was checking the forks, he didn't tell me what was wrong but looked concerned so I hope that it's not too bad. I might have bent the handlebars with the force that I hit the ground too but I'll have to wait for the insurance assessors to look at it.
Thank God for my helmet, which did it's job very well and now can RIP in helmet heaven. My jacket is torn but I think I'll wear it as a badge of honour. The rest of me is battered and bruised but otherwise unscathed. My Hornee jeans and boots are untouched so I guess my fairings sacrificed themselves for me. I was clearly in shock and concussed but I managed to hold off on crying until I got home and could curl up in bed and sob like a big baby.
Dress for the fall, people. You only get one chance at it. And don't look at ditches!
Sore,
C.
