WestleyTDPR
23-06-08, 11:23 AM
cos i've been off-roading my sv, thanks to a little encouragement from a ford focus, and apparently the fastest way to dismount is to use a telegraph pole!
Whilst riding home two weeks ago i came up behind two cars crawling along at 30-32 mph in a 40 zone, follow them through the bend, indicate, pull out, accelerate up to 40 then..
enter matrix slow mo mode....
a single flash from the cars indicator, a sudden lane change to the one i'm occupying, and i'm heading over the curb for the hedgerow.
I should have let go, but i thought 'no i've got this' and i was wrong.
Sticking out of the hedge was a telegraph pole, a very solid, and very stationary telegraph pole. I almost missed it, the bike only carved out a small divet with the footpeg; problem was my foot was still on it, and whilst the bike carried on to torpedo the pub car park, i spun off out in to the road for some impromptu break dancing
exit matrix mode
so i'm lying in the road doing my limb count and i realise my foot is under my knee but otherwise there doesn't seem to be anything serious, i unfold my shattered leg and apply pressure to the open wound as people start to rush out of the pub. Between my entirely girly screams i shout for an ambulance and then begin to fend off the drunken crowd who want to carry me into the pub and/or rip my crash helmet off. Lukily i find the sober nominated driver type and get him on my side and he starts to post sentries up and down the road.
Remarkably my mobile phone survived the crash so i get my new guardian angel (he was lit up by the overhead streetlight) to phone a friend from my house less then a mile away and get him to head over, he arrives just before the ambulance and takes over protecting me from **** heads.
The paramedics arrive and so i can finally take my crash helmet off, they then cut off all my clothes looking for other injuries but not until that blessed first shot of morphine, they splint my leg, i scream some more, and at last i'm in the ambulance where i finally relax. Shock then kicks in pretty hard and i start to shake violently before the nice man giives me shot number two, aaaaaaaaaahhhh.
So to cut whats becomming a long story short, two weeks and three bouts of surgery later i have plates on both my tibia and fibula and i'm sent home on crutches with swollen hands and bruised ribs, it's a little tricky to say the least.
I am lucky to be alive. Despite all the pain, and the reccuring dreams of the impending telegraph pole, i find myself in good spirit.
Now i need to sort my life out again:
i was on probation at my new job so i don't qualify for sick pay
i was supposed to move house this weekend so now i'm paying rent on two houses
i can't get hold of the cops that attended to find out who tried to kill me
my insurance is up for renewal in a few days
Anyone know a good legal firm to hand this mess to?
ps. i'm glad i ride with my toes on the pegs or i'd be short one foot!
Whilst riding home two weeks ago i came up behind two cars crawling along at 30-32 mph in a 40 zone, follow them through the bend, indicate, pull out, accelerate up to 40 then..
enter matrix slow mo mode....
a single flash from the cars indicator, a sudden lane change to the one i'm occupying, and i'm heading over the curb for the hedgerow.
I should have let go, but i thought 'no i've got this' and i was wrong.
Sticking out of the hedge was a telegraph pole, a very solid, and very stationary telegraph pole. I almost missed it, the bike only carved out a small divet with the footpeg; problem was my foot was still on it, and whilst the bike carried on to torpedo the pub car park, i spun off out in to the road for some impromptu break dancing
exit matrix mode
so i'm lying in the road doing my limb count and i realise my foot is under my knee but otherwise there doesn't seem to be anything serious, i unfold my shattered leg and apply pressure to the open wound as people start to rush out of the pub. Between my entirely girly screams i shout for an ambulance and then begin to fend off the drunken crowd who want to carry me into the pub and/or rip my crash helmet off. Lukily i find the sober nominated driver type and get him on my side and he starts to post sentries up and down the road.
Remarkably my mobile phone survived the crash so i get my new guardian angel (he was lit up by the overhead streetlight) to phone a friend from my house less then a mile away and get him to head over, he arrives just before the ambulance and takes over protecting me from **** heads.
The paramedics arrive and so i can finally take my crash helmet off, they then cut off all my clothes looking for other injuries but not until that blessed first shot of morphine, they splint my leg, i scream some more, and at last i'm in the ambulance where i finally relax. Shock then kicks in pretty hard and i start to shake violently before the nice man giives me shot number two, aaaaaaaaaahhhh.
So to cut whats becomming a long story short, two weeks and three bouts of surgery later i have plates on both my tibia and fibula and i'm sent home on crutches with swollen hands and bruised ribs, it's a little tricky to say the least.
I am lucky to be alive. Despite all the pain, and the reccuring dreams of the impending telegraph pole, i find myself in good spirit.
Now i need to sort my life out again:
i was on probation at my new job so i don't qualify for sick pay
i was supposed to move house this weekend so now i'm paying rent on two houses
i can't get hold of the cops that attended to find out who tried to kill me
my insurance is up for renewal in a few days
Anyone know a good legal firm to hand this mess to?
ps. i'm glad i ride with my toes on the pegs or i'd be short one foot!