Spewing!

It had to happen, didn't it?

I dropped the SV in my driveway this morning, at 6.10am, pitch darkness, the
street asleep. All I could think of, as it gracefully passed the Point of No
Return, was "Oh fark, it's going to pull the rest of my hamstring off". I
felt a nasty jolt, but it's not significantly more painful than it was
before, so I think I got away with it.

The bike - not so lucky. It fell (of course) at an angle and in a place
where I couldn't get to it to do the old backwards crouch and prop (and with
only one decent leg, didn't have much support anyway.)

Flagged down a tradie neighbour as he rounded the end of the cul-de-sac, and
he got the bike upright for me. So - continued on my not-so-merry way to
work. I had only one front blinker and half a clutch lever, a bent bar-end
and a bent gear-shifter. In the half-light of the car-park, though, it
looked as if there was no other damage.

Once at work, heart rate down again, the leg was feeling a bit odd - no
increase in pain, but the back of my knee felt weird, I had less control
over the leg movement, and the top of my leg was achey, so I filled a placky
bag with ice and taped it to the back of my trews, seated myself at the
wonderful saddle-chair the OH&S people got me to assist with my "Return to
Work", and got stuck into my weekly reporting nightmare. And then the bloody
frigging %#$@* placky bag broke and icy water flowed all over the back of my
trews and into my knickers - aaaaaaaaaaaargh!

So.... broken bike, hurt leg, and to top it all off it looked as if I'd peed
my pants. Very professional.

Is it any wonder I came home early? (Actually, came via Dahlitz's at
Queanbeyan - the bike is as good as new again now.) Not so sure about the
leg. Bought some proper ice-packs, anyway....

You know what, I'm getting sick of crappy things happening - where the
****'s my Lotto win?

betty

 

Well you can't have it tonight, because that one is mine

 

Sympathy, sympathy, symapathy.....

you poor wee soul. :-(


BTW, what tartan are the trews?

regards,
CrazyCam

 

Well betty, you know I want only the best for you, and it pains me
when I find that you have had another misadventure ......... But with
the story you just told, I couldn't help but chuckle. The image of
you hobbeling around lookking as though you peed yourself :-D Hahaha

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Cheers
The Happy Drunk
K100RT

Thursday, and I'm not piking yet

 

darn, old sig
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Cheers
The Happy Drunk
K100RT

 

*sigh* where would I be without mates to laugh at me? heh heh

Thanks Happy D!

Hey, in mid July there's an MRA weekend ride to your old home town... are
you and your sweetie interested in joining the crowd for the ride down
there? Will send you the details if you are.

betty

 

You would enjoy a camel trek in the Sudan then

 

Bummer! Are you *sure* I can't interest you in a nice lightweight
CT90 for the duration of your recovery?

(I'm planning on converting it to a CT125 Real Soon Now, but I guess
the kickstart would still be a problem).


BTH

 

kickstart? <snigger> What is this thing called "kickstart"? If it's on the
right hand side, I'll give it a go <evil knowing grin>

betty

 

Thanks,

I've already read about it. As much fun as that sounds and the folks
would love Ange and I to drop in .... I'm going to have to pike.
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Cheers
The Happy Drunk
K100RT

 

Good question! Forbes by marriage.... but not sure otherwise. I suppose it's
a paternal thing is it? On my dad's side we've English, Scottish & Irish (on
his dad's side) and on my mum's maternal side, there's a MacKintosh
connection, but don't know how valid any of that is.. I should probably
stick to plain trews, perhaps in "Cafe society black" <snigger>...

betty

 

Content yourself with the warm glow that comes from knowing that
somewhere in an alternative universe there is another bikerbetty having
a simply delightful time.

Your turn will come around again.

Moike

(And hey, any drop where all you get is a slight increase in pain, some
embarrassment and bike damage that can be repaired on the way home is
not eallyone of life's great disasters.)

 

"all over the back of my trews and into my knickers -
aaaaaaaaaaaargh!"

I would have paid money to see that!!!

 

[mental image of BB hopping around with wee-marked pants and ice-water on
the happy-parts]
[stifled chortle]
Gosh; that's bad luck Betty.

 

No it's for your foot Betty.

 

As long as you didn't get iced water on the bike ...

 

[...] You have my sympathy but...

Now you have to buy me a new keyboard

[...]

Oh I don't know - at least you didn't drop it at the servo on a busy
Saturday afternoon.

 

Plain trews? That's trousers, or pants or some such.

Trews have to be tartan to be trews, don't they?

regards,
CrazyCam

 

How long have you had it now?...

 

The only thing I can think is at least she's go the new-bikre
obligatory low-speed drop out of the way, it should be all plain
sailing from here.