my most entertaining crash
Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:19 am
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
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
