my most entertaining crash

[jefflthomas]

my most entertaining crash was at a small airport converted to a road race track just south of Calgary trying to catch a race prepped Ducati Pantah on my street CB750K1

i was faster than the Duc through the corners but on exit i'd hear "putt-putt-putt" & the guy was gone...what a piss-off!...LOL

so pushing harder & harder and getting closer & closer every lap...exit a corner...bang third & all hell breaks loose!!!...

front wheel must have lifted slightly & caught the large airstrip aggregate a bit crooked on landing & i'm in a tank-slapper & a half

tried to accelerate out of it as it breaks off both steering stops & the flat bars are squashing my thumbs on the tank....

looked at the track later & there was about 6' rubber, 6' nothing, 6' rubber etc etc...LOL

must have got up to about just under a buck (100mph) when the front wheel caught & the bike turned into a trebuchet with me as the ammo

apparently i did a spectacular high speed gymnastics floor routine...(Olympic quality!...10's for sure!)...before going into a slide.....

so i'm wondering where that 500lbs of presumably scrap metal is in relation to me at this point so i turn my head & my helmet catches the course aggregate....

airborne again FFS!...LOL



so i finally come to a stop & i'm stunned...knew i was ok but couldn't move a muscle...kinda like when you swat a fly & you think you got it....

so everyone thinks i'm dead...LOL

i'm on my back & next thing you know there's a volunteer marshal bent over me....with eyes like plates!...LOL

"Quit staring & get this fookin' fishbowl off will-ya pal"

then the ambulance comes screaming up with medics leaping out of it & feeling me up all over

"Hey i'm fine, i just can't move right now, so quit the homo shyte & help me up will-ya"

they pretty well had to carry me to the ambulance but by the time they drove me back to the school bus converted to a camper...WITH A FRIDGE!...i could move again

so i grabbed 2 pints....i'd worked up a good thirst at this point...LOL

just after i'd wolfed one down in one sip i noticed the paramedic approaching me with a bag of that saline stuff

"What's that for?"

"I'm going to clean that wound"

i turn my head & notice i've sprung a leak...there's blood gurgling through the doubled leather just above my right bum-cheek

of course at this point i'm relaxed...the shyte's happened...it's over...i've got a beer...i'm fine

"Oh!...it's only a scratch pal but you can practice on me if you want"



LOL...wasn't that cocky the next day when i stiffened up....

or for a couple of weeks after that...LOL

[laidback]

......."Oh!...it's only a scratch pal but you can practice on me if you want"........

Good you can laugh about it mate....

I remember opening my eyes at Phillip Island and looking at an angel...then realised she was wearing paramedic gear so I must still be alive...should have played dead and hoped for mouth to mouth...

[Jonno]

Beer always helps

[jefflthomas]

if they had hot paramedic angels giving you beer i'd be jumping off my bike all the time