Post by yoda on Apr 6, 2009 14:52:57 GMT
First crash in 22 years and man does it hurt. 
Took Joe from my house up to Warrington road, so he could get home. Then Steve and myself went in opposite direction. Both of us sticking to speed limit because that stretch of road is notorious for accidents and speed traps. Anyway past some bikers going in opposite direction and nodded to them. Crested a rise in the road and there's a car ahead. Next second it stops in road. She was going to turn right. All Steve and I saw was her brake lights come on, no indicator. 
I braked, but for once I used the back brake as well to help stop. Wrong Yoda, locked the rear and it slides round, so rather than flip and go into the car I let the brakes off and try to go nearside between car and pavement. My knee hit her back end. All I can remember is passing the car airborne still holding onto the bars. I let go the bike and after bouncing/tumbling over and over came to a stop. Steve managed to go opposite side and the BMW coming other way just got out of his way. ;D S'funny but lying in the road, having being a first aider, I'm going through a check list in my head to see what I've done to myself. 
Of course they move the car and my bike, but leave me lying in the way of cars still driving past. So much for the first aider who tried to help. I was talking and had no neck injuries, nor spine, so I basically dragged myself to the side of the road, he even stopped another driver who tried to help me. 
Anyway the local police turned up. Both bikers themselves and absolutely brilliant guys. As was the paramedic and ambulance blokes. Top fellas. 
The traffic cop who appeared later, first thing he says is "Has he been bagged." could hear him outside the ambulance. I said to the paramedic "I bet he opens the door while I've got my arse hanging out for everyone to see on the A49." Yep. Knocks and just opens the door. The para shouts "It says knock and wait on the door." 
He lets me get my leathers back on then breathalyzes me. "When did you last have a drink?" "Christmas." "OH I hate these healthy people." >:(Of course I'm nil, so he informs me that its my fault for running in the car, and that it'll probably go to insurers to sort out, as both Steve and myself weren't speeding, he thought it wouldn't go further. Nice guy. 
Anyway Steve borrowed a car he was insured to drive, and took me home. I refused a ride in the meat wagon, as the wife was on her shift at the hospital. How wrong could I be? Very. When she came home I wanted to go pee, but collapsed on the floor. She had to call another ambulance. So I did end up in hospital after all. I've badly bruised my knee, the knee protector is shattered, I've also evidently done the splits resulting in me tearing all the muscles which helps my left leg move. I can stand up, but if I've got no crutches, I can't walk. Loads of X-rays coz they suspected I'd broken a pelvic bone. Bruised ribs, abdomen and various grazes. So what have I learned? As the first policeman said "always look ahead, not the other side of the road, it only takes a second." Always wear the best gear you can afford, my gear according to him and the doctor saved my leg and possibly my life. And whatever anyone says, the NHS and some Policemen are brilliant people. 
Biggest thank you has got to go to Steve (HF50), who was a really good friend on the day.
Took Joe from my house up to Warrington road, so he could get home. Then Steve and myself went in opposite direction. Both of us sticking to speed limit because that stretch of road is notorious for accidents and speed traps. Anyway past some bikers going in opposite direction and nodded to them. Crested a rise in the road and there's a car ahead. Next second it stops in road. She was going to turn right. All Steve and I saw was her brake lights come on, no indicator. I braked, but for once I used the back brake as well to help stop. Wrong Yoda, locked the rear and it slides round, so rather than flip and go into the car I let the brakes off and try to go nearside between car and pavement. My knee hit her back end. All I can remember is passing the car airborne still holding onto the bars. I let go the bike and after bouncing/tumbling over and over came to a stop. Steve managed to go opposite side and the BMW coming other way just got out of his way. ;D S'funny but lying in the road, having being a first aider, I'm going through a check list in my head to see what I've done to myself. Of course they move the car and my bike, but leave me lying in the way of cars still driving past. So much for the first aider who tried to help. I was talking and had no neck injuries, nor spine, so I basically dragged myself to the side of the road, he even stopped another driver who tried to help me. Anyway the local police turned up. Both bikers themselves and absolutely brilliant guys. As was the paramedic and ambulance blokes. Top fellas. The traffic cop who appeared later, first thing he says is "Has he been bagged." could hear him outside the ambulance. I said to the paramedic "I bet he opens the door while I've got my arse hanging out for everyone to see on the A49." Yep. Knocks and just opens the door. The para shouts "It says knock and wait on the door." He lets me get my leathers back on then breathalyzes me. "When did you last have a drink?" "Christmas." "OH I hate these healthy people." >:(Of course I'm nil, so he informs me that its my fault for running in the car, and that it'll probably go to insurers to sort out, as both Steve and myself weren't speeding, he thought it wouldn't go further. Nice guy. Anyway Steve borrowed a car he was insured to drive, and took me home. I refused a ride in the meat wagon, as the wife was on her shift at the hospital. How wrong could I be? Very. When she came home I wanted to go pee, but collapsed on the floor. She had to call another ambulance. So I did end up in hospital after all. I've badly bruised my knee, the knee protector is shattered, I've also evidently done the splits resulting in me tearing all the muscles which helps my left leg move. I can stand up, but if I've got no crutches, I can't walk. Loads of X-rays coz they suspected I'd broken a pelvic bone. Bruised ribs, abdomen and various grazes. So what have I learned? As the first policeman said "always look ahead, not the other side of the road, it only takes a second." Always wear the best gear you can afford, my gear according to him and the doctor saved my leg and possibly my life. And whatever anyone says, the NHS and some Policemen are brilliant people. Biggest thank you has got to go to Steve (HF50), who was a really good friend on the day. 
