not so much a willy willy....

....as an absolute bloody prick of a thing!

Sitting at the lights this arv on the way home from work, waiting for the
green arrow so I can turn off Belconnen Way onto Coulter Drive... It's been
a pretty warm day and there's a lot of gusty wind about.

On the other side of the intersection, along the median strip, a willy-willy
forms. No kidding. It starts off as a tall thin column about 5-6 metres
high, and it gets lower and wider as it crosses the intersection. For a
brief second I'm sure it's going to go around the corner, but no - it wavers
momentarily and then dances straight towards me, showering the area with the
fine gravel they use on the median strip.

The lights change. My green arrow. Fark. If I gun the engine I might be OK.
If I keep both feet on the ground and don't try to move the bike until the
willy-willy passes I'll probably be rear-ended. What to do, what to do?

This goes through my head at warp speed, at the exact split second that the
willy-willy sideswipes the bike and knocks it (and me) flying. Holy shit!

The two lanes of traffic waiting to turn right, don't. They watch me
narrowly avoid the falling bike and wrench my ankle. I hobble back towards
the bike. Hot and sweaty, I pull off my helmet so I can breathe while I try
to lift the bike. The nice man from the car behind realises I'm a small
female and not a nuggety little bloke, so offers to help me pick up the
bike.

I'm shaking like a fucking leaf, right? I straighten my mirror and take
quick stock of the damage. Bent bar end, smashed right indicator, couple of
little scratches.

The bent bar end, I discover, makes the throttle stick. Every time I change
gears I almost chuck a wheelie. Just what I need! My right ankle's
throbbing, but I can wiggle my toes, so I figure riding to the mechanic is a
better bet than riding to casualty.

The lovely Bruce & Matt have their usual laugh at my expense "Tornadoes in
Canberra? Yep.... right.... you get a lot of those..... <eye roll>" but they
straighten things out and add the latest expense to my current half-paid
bill.

Of course, now that the adrenalin has worn off, I'm not so sure about the
ankle.
It's agonising. The silver lining to this latest little black cloud - I
reckon I'll need tomorrow off work! OUCH!!! Damn it, and this was my GOOD
leg!

broken betty

 

Well, sympathy of course, but if you don't think that 'Baiku' of yours
triggered this event, you don't understand cause and effect

 

Bwahahaha! Now that you mention it..... medicine indeed...

betty

 

You are NOT having a good time of this, are you?

Bugger. Hope the healing (both body and bike) go well.

 

So Willy Willy are added to your list?

Car Parks
Driveways
Willy Willys
Wheel Chairs??

What else were there?
__


Cheers
The Happy Drunk
K100RT

 

Them willies will get you every time Betty!!
You poor dear; I hope the cat gives you some sympathy.
[virtual hug]

 

LOL - mostly I'm having an absolute ball! Have been on some fabulous rides
lately. This is one time where I can honestly say I don't think I
contributed in any way, apart from the fact of being in the wrong place at
the wrong time.

Ta - next door neighbout has kindly offered to drive me to doc tomorrow, coz
I don't think I'll be riding! (in fact, may not be walking! <grin>) Perhaps
I'll take up knitting....

betty

 

You wouldn't be the first girl to be bowled over by a big willy willy.

 

<mental note to self, if invited on a ride with these two, stay well
back to dodge flying debris...>

 

Guilty - unco
Guilty - low tyre pressure and unco
Innocent, yer honour! Twas an act of passing wind. No, wait...
Guilty - unco unco

yes please petal. For medicinal purposes of course!

purple betty

 

]

Now THAT would be a seeing is believing moment

Mr H (Didn't believe for a moment that one rouge whirlwind would stop
you)

 

Adjusting the t-shirt design now... "I rode with Clem AND Betty..."


GB

 

I wouldn't be surprised if a bloke or three has been bowled over
by a little betty betty too!


GB

 

Thanks Clem. Ouch ouch ouch. Bloody cat just whinged and whinged about
the lack of dinner. BUT - then he hopped up and sat next to me on the
bed, and reached out a little paw to touch me on the arm. It was very
cute. I interpreted it as a caring gesture (no claws, ha ha!) but I
think he was probably saying "How come you've pinched my pillows and
put them under your foot. They're MY pillows, give them back!"

betty

 

I wonder if you have considered the cartage and use of your own personal
apple box ?

 

That'd be one in the outback going through bulldust ?

JL
They're more usually marron than rouge

 

[applause]
(Although she said it came a bit suddenly and left her stranded....)

 

omg, I just realised that Tits must have caught the falling over virus
from your SV when he slept next to it! It makes sense why I dropped the
bike the next morning now!

You at least managed to stay upright while I was there

Bamfy

 

Oh get a fucking room, you two!


GB

 

She wouldn't be the first to have suffered that outcome!


GB