posted on Sep, 5 2007 @ 10:34 PM
I had some stupid mishaps early in my riding career -- like the Kawi 650 mini-version of the police bike I had. Too much juice on the throttle and it
would snap a wheelie like nobody's business. One day I got on, kicked it over, goosed the accelerator just that bit too much and dumped myself flat
on my back in the middle of the street, with all the kids at the elementary school right next to me laughing. Yeah. That was fun. :shk: No harm done,
Some dingbat crossed a double yellow to beat a light and hit me head on in my lane. Broke my left leg, so I have titanium in it now, a rod from knee
to ankle. That was bad, I couldn't walk for months, still have trouble with it to this day. The guy was in a brand new Volvo, too, with just a ripple
in his fender, and my bike was so bad, the forks snapped and the frame buckled. I guess I'm lucky it was just a broken leg -- but I was in a heavy
leather jacket, jeans, boots, and with a helmet and gloves. Let that be a lesson to you, kiddies -- there were skid marks on my helmet (which was
covering my eyes when I woke up in the street so I must have hit my head pretty hard), and my leather has scrape marks up one arm and on the shoulder.
My Doc Martens were already messed up.
I don't know what was worse, though, the screaming pain from my leg or having the EMTs cut all my clothes off in the street, in San Francisco, in the
SOMA commute corridor, during morning rush hour. They were nice enough to leave my underwear on though. Glad I actually wore a bra that day.