Firstly, I would like to thank everyone for their kind wishes and thoughts during my very lovely stay in the Gold Coast Hospital. The nine page book Scotty37 dropped off was tear jerking inbetween shots of morphine and laxatives.
So... heres what happened and just how phuckin stupid I really really am...
1. After having such a brilliant day at Australia Zoo (dont have that job no more...wonder why?)... I thought I would whip back down to the Gold Coast and grab some clean black pants for work.
2. Went and saw a friend, decided to leave and only at the very last minute decided to put my jacket on...but left the gloves in my backpack.
3. Filled up at the Caltex...woot!!
4. Got to the set of lights near the Helensvale Train Station (us locals know where that is)... one lane over was this stinky canary yella suzuki gsxr 600 with some dude who looked like he'd just missed his last ten appointments at Jenny Craig. He gives me the evil eye... I tweak my throttle slightly... face the road ahead and think to myself... oh a wise guy hey.... nuck nuck nuck
5. Lights go green and we're off n racing!!!! And phuck me dead I am actually in front!!!
6. Within a matter of seconds, I reach where I am meant to take the onramp to the M1 and I check the speedo and it says 126... bummer
7. I dont give the bike anymore stick and give her a gentle push to get her to go over a little and she doesnt... hmmm not great... but still I can get around if I touch the brakes... check the road theres gravel... hmmm not good... look up theres a dirty great big guardrail looming omniously ahead... definately not good
8. I remember as the bike hit the rail that its really really gonna hurt, no last prayers, cos apparently Angels can fly at 316km per hour, down we went, the front kinda gets stuck momentarily, then unhinges, does a flip and ends up facing the way I came and I am sliding down the road on my right arse cheek after my left knee has decided to use itself as a launch pad.
9. I'm in the middle of the road thinking... yep better get off the road cos a car might come and run me over, so I hobble up and over the the side of the road get to about a metre and a bit away from the bike and think... sheet thats not good... feeling queasy, look down at my knee... see bone, muscle and ligaments and a whole lot of blood... holy shit I think I am gonna faint...
10. Finally after what seemed an eternity, the meat wagon comes and the nice tow truck man says he'll store me bike for me til the weekend but it will cost 240 to get it back... whatever...I am suckin on this great pain killin stuff by now and he's got a face like a cute little puppy... hi ho hi ho its off to hostible I go
So now here I am with my left leg in a mobility brace which is locked at 30 degrees and I am informed that I have to wear it for the next 6 weeks or suffer the consequences of having wobbly knees YAY!! They managed to stretch the skin and stuff to close the hole which looked like I had been hit by a medium sized great white. The injuries... severely stretched ligament, scraped some patella off, a whole heap of lost bark and abit of lost blood, some soft tissue damage and a completely PHUCKED bike... all I can say is... I gotta get me a car...
