DaveB
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On Thursday 18 March 2021 at around 4:20pm I had a spill. I don’t recall all the details, but bits are coming back to me. I was knocked out for a minute or two. Ive had the cognitive tests and all is Ok, but almost 3 weeks later fragments still inexplainable come back for no apparent reason, like random fragments of a movie.
It was clear, Adelaide day and I was returning home from visiting the gastroentereologist, as I recently developed routine nausea.
Anyway, I was in a long turn left lane, and next thing I know I’m braking for a car which has slowed dramatically in front of me (for no apparent reason as no vehicles ahead of him), and I tagged a white line. I remember looking down as the front folded and seeing the white line.
My daily ride - the 1250 Bandit - has superficial damage. $300 I reckon - lever, indicator and some scratches to tank and right hand side cover. Brother Marty helped me get it home a week or so later, on his trailer.
I’ve had a couple of race-day spills, but this is my first involvement with the tarmac courtesy of another vehicle in over 50 years of riding. Everybody tells me I have been lucky. I walked out of hospital after 3 days with massive bruising from the ribs down to the right knee, bruised kidneys, bruised ribs, abrasions, and really wore neck/collarbone/shoulder region.
I thought I’d damaged my neck pretty badly, and ended up on a spinal board and a trip with the ambos to Royal Adelaide Hospital, where I received first class free medical care. Mum got admitted the same day with a serious infection and was gone the following Monday. We’ve sent her off to join Dad who dies last year, and whom she missed terribly after 71 years of marriage, and brother Pete who died 10 years ago, in whatever lies beyond. She was almost 97 and was over it.
In the meantime, my life goes on, fortunately without any apparent serious damage apart from becoming the twice weekly customer of the physio, and not being able to sleep in the right hand side, and after almost 3 weeks still feeling completely knackered.
I’ll get over it, and fix the Bandit, and get the two Guzzis (1100 Sport, Le Mans) on the road, and maybe buy an early 1.8L series MX-5 or similar for a bit of twisties fun, given that Laverdas are out of my price range thanks to all you bastards buying them up
But expect to hear my voice on talkback radio when road safety is the topic, discussing the nature of white lines, or in the letters to the editor. Whatever they are painting the roads with here in SA is seriously slippery, and since I binned it the number of cyclists who have spoken to me agreeing with the lack of traction on the painted surfaces has been quite amazing.
It was clear, Adelaide day and I was returning home from visiting the gastroentereologist, as I recently developed routine nausea.
Anyway, I was in a long turn left lane, and next thing I know I’m braking for a car which has slowed dramatically in front of me (for no apparent reason as no vehicles ahead of him), and I tagged a white line. I remember looking down as the front folded and seeing the white line.
My daily ride - the 1250 Bandit - has superficial damage. $300 I reckon - lever, indicator and some scratches to tank and right hand side cover. Brother Marty helped me get it home a week or so later, on his trailer.
I’ve had a couple of race-day spills, but this is my first involvement with the tarmac courtesy of another vehicle in over 50 years of riding. Everybody tells me I have been lucky. I walked out of hospital after 3 days with massive bruising from the ribs down to the right knee, bruised kidneys, bruised ribs, abrasions, and really wore neck/collarbone/shoulder region.
I thought I’d damaged my neck pretty badly, and ended up on a spinal board and a trip with the ambos to Royal Adelaide Hospital, where I received first class free medical care. Mum got admitted the same day with a serious infection and was gone the following Monday. We’ve sent her off to join Dad who dies last year, and whom she missed terribly after 71 years of marriage, and brother Pete who died 10 years ago, in whatever lies beyond. She was almost 97 and was over it.
In the meantime, my life goes on, fortunately without any apparent serious damage apart from becoming the twice weekly customer of the physio, and not being able to sleep in the right hand side, and after almost 3 weeks still feeling completely knackered.
I’ll get over it, and fix the Bandit, and get the two Guzzis (1100 Sport, Le Mans) on the road, and maybe buy an early 1.8L series MX-5 or similar for a bit of twisties fun, given that Laverdas are out of my price range thanks to all you bastards buying them up
But expect to hear my voice on talkback radio when road safety is the topic, discussing the nature of white lines, or in the letters to the editor. Whatever they are painting the roads with here in SA is seriously slippery, and since I binned it the number of cyclists who have spoken to me agreeing with the lack of traction on the painted surfaces has been quite amazing.
