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had a bit of a bad tumble last night in leeming. Casserly street I think it was. Me and some mates were leaving a friends house (them in a Skyline and me on the rs125), he was leading and we were probably doing 80-90 i think.
I was riding fairly close behind him when all of a sudden I see him swerve to the right and see a dirty big traffic island in front of me and I was heading straight for it. Tried going to the right side of it coz it was a slightly better angle for it cept there was a bloody pool of water just before it from the lawn sprinklers. Felt my rear wheel lose it and down I went. 3 hard knocks on the helmet and I think I blacked out for a few seconds. Turns out that my mate didn't see the island, put his footon the brake right on the puddle and went straight for and over the island. He escaped with a broken front bumper. I was maybe 2 seconds behind him and it looked to me like he quickly swerved to the right to avoid something and it looked like he made it but going round the right side (I didn't see that he actually hit the island). I didn't have much reaction time and by the time I leaned to go right, I was in the puddle and down I went.
Came to, couldn't feel my legs but I dragged myself over to the bike (which was now facing the opposite the opposite direction) and flicked the kill switch. Looked down the street to see my mates turn around and pull up in front of me, which by then there were neighbours out on the street who were thinking that he was about to run me over. I then kinda sat up and tried to figure out if I broke anything.
Lady across the road kept asking if I needed an ambulance. I kept saying no, i'm ok, i'm ok. Didn't want to get the cops around coz I don't have a license. Tried standing up but my legs kept giving way. Lady kept saying you need an ambulance, you need an ambulance. I was trying to force myself up so she wouldn't call one. Then she starting going off at me saying that I was going too fast (which I probably was) but that's not the point. I'm lying there all fucked up and I have this woman nattering away at me. Not pleasant. Luckily her husband thought that she was a bit of a cow and kept telling her to shut up. We kept trying to tell her that the keep left sign on the island was missing so we didnt see the fuckin thing. Then she just goes "who do you think is responsible for that" which was probably some racist remark implying that we're some sort of asian gang who steals street signs to trade on the black market. Luckily her husband told her to shut up again before things got out of hand. Then he started telling us that quite a few people hit that island every weekend. Which isn't surprising seeing as it's not under a street light and the freaking keep left sign is missing.
I limp into my mates skyline while my friends pick up my bike and pieces of it. One of them wheel the bike down the street to my mates place and I tell em to try and get out of there ASAP before any cops come. When we get back I have a good look at myself. Didn't seem like I broke anything just real sore all over. Jarred left pinky, grazed left and right elbows, jarred right shoulder, jarred neck, scraped lower back, fucked right ankle, bruised flesh wound on right knee, 3 deep gashes on left shin and fucked left small toe. Nothing broken thankfully, just limping around like a cripple
Had a look at my helmet (CRAFT from germany or something), deeply scratched on the left and right side and a massive fracture the size of a tennis ball on the back of it. Probably would have caved my skull in without it. Looked at my jacket, which was just a polyester jacket for wind protection. It was all scratched up through the top layer but didn't go through the other layer to my shirt. Pretty good for a $50 industrie jacket. Checked my gloves, which I just bought the the daybefore. Alpine Stars with Carbon Fibre knuckle inserts. Two of the knuckles were deeply grazed. Lucky for me I bought them otherwise I'd only have a 3 knuckle fist right now. Get gloves guys if ya don't have em!. Jeans didn't rip amazingly but my legs still got fucked up underneath em.
Haven't had a good look at the bike yet coz I got it sent to my mates place to sit there till I figure out what to do, but from what I could see it was mostly the right side that was damaged. Rear brake lever snapped off, fairing, tank and rear seat scratched up, handle bar bent in, instrument cluster bent, right side mirror cracked, and grazed indicator. I'm shuddering to think what the bill would be for all that from aprilia seeing as the quoted me $500 just for a set of stickers for one side of the bike.
Anyway, that's the end of my story. Which was a bit of a mission to type seeing as I can't use 2 of my fingers as they're bandanged together and I can't really sit on both butt cheeks coz it'll put strain on either of my fucked legs. :shock:
I was riding fairly close behind him when all of a sudden I see him swerve to the right and see a dirty big traffic island in front of me and I was heading straight for it. Tried going to the right side of it coz it was a slightly better angle for it cept there was a bloody pool of water just before it from the lawn sprinklers. Felt my rear wheel lose it and down I went. 3 hard knocks on the helmet and I think I blacked out for a few seconds. Turns out that my mate didn't see the island, put his footon the brake right on the puddle and went straight for and over the island. He escaped with a broken front bumper. I was maybe 2 seconds behind him and it looked to me like he quickly swerved to the right to avoid something and it looked like he made it but going round the right side (I didn't see that he actually hit the island). I didn't have much reaction time and by the time I leaned to go right, I was in the puddle and down I went.
Came to, couldn't feel my legs but I dragged myself over to the bike (which was now facing the opposite the opposite direction) and flicked the kill switch. Looked down the street to see my mates turn around and pull up in front of me, which by then there were neighbours out on the street who were thinking that he was about to run me over. I then kinda sat up and tried to figure out if I broke anything.
Lady across the road kept asking if I needed an ambulance. I kept saying no, i'm ok, i'm ok. Didn't want to get the cops around coz I don't have a license. Tried standing up but my legs kept giving way. Lady kept saying you need an ambulance, you need an ambulance. I was trying to force myself up so she wouldn't call one. Then she starting going off at me saying that I was going too fast (which I probably was) but that's not the point. I'm lying there all fucked up and I have this woman nattering away at me. Not pleasant. Luckily her husband thought that she was a bit of a cow and kept telling her to shut up. We kept trying to tell her that the keep left sign on the island was missing so we didnt see the fuckin thing. Then she just goes "who do you think is responsible for that" which was probably some racist remark implying that we're some sort of asian gang who steals street signs to trade on the black market. Luckily her husband told her to shut up again before things got out of hand. Then he started telling us that quite a few people hit that island every weekend. Which isn't surprising seeing as it's not under a street light and the freaking keep left sign is missing.
I limp into my mates skyline while my friends pick up my bike and pieces of it. One of them wheel the bike down the street to my mates place and I tell em to try and get out of there ASAP before any cops come. When we get back I have a good look at myself. Didn't seem like I broke anything just real sore all over. Jarred left pinky, grazed left and right elbows, jarred right shoulder, jarred neck, scraped lower back, fucked right ankle, bruised flesh wound on right knee, 3 deep gashes on left shin and fucked left small toe. Nothing broken thankfully, just limping around like a cripple
Had a look at my helmet (CRAFT from germany or something), deeply scratched on the left and right side and a massive fracture the size of a tennis ball on the back of it. Probably would have caved my skull in without it. Looked at my jacket, which was just a polyester jacket for wind protection. It was all scratched up through the top layer but didn't go through the other layer to my shirt. Pretty good for a $50 industrie jacket. Checked my gloves, which I just bought the the daybefore. Alpine Stars with Carbon Fibre knuckle inserts. Two of the knuckles were deeply grazed. Lucky for me I bought them otherwise I'd only have a 3 knuckle fist right now. Get gloves guys if ya don't have em!. Jeans didn't rip amazingly but my legs still got fucked up underneath em.
Haven't had a good look at the bike yet coz I got it sent to my mates place to sit there till I figure out what to do, but from what I could see it was mostly the right side that was damaged. Rear brake lever snapped off, fairing, tank and rear seat scratched up, handle bar bent in, instrument cluster bent, right side mirror cracked, and grazed indicator. I'm shuddering to think what the bill would be for all that from aprilia seeing as the quoted me $500 just for a set of stickers for one side of the bike.
Anyway, that's the end of my story. Which was a bit of a mission to type seeing as I can't use 2 of my fingers as they're bandanged together and I can't really sit on both butt cheeks coz it'll put strain on either of my fucked legs. :shock:
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