Fazer, sprog & me down,

The classic, oh I didn't see you.

Wednesday, Kate's taking Melissa back to University[1] and since
Emily's car failed it's MOT I am dropping her at work on my way.
Approaching here

URL:http://www.streetmap.co.uk/newmap.s...=4&ar=Y&mapp=newmap.srf&searchp=newsearch.srf

we're bimbling along between 40 & 50 as the car get to the junction
where the driver looks right/left/right and still goes. Emily reckons
she gave us 20m to stop in, I don't really know other than it wasn't
enough. Anchors hard on, front starts to go at which point the car
appears to stop it's manoeuvre now effectively blocking both sides of
the road. So my view looks similar to

http://www.blakeley.plus.com/Bike/bin/DSCF0085.JPG

more braking, inevitable happens and the front tucks under. The bike
goes into the front of the car and Emily and I hit the road. Slither,
slide, crunch. When the world stops moving I get up[2]remove my helmet
and go to see to Emily. She's conscious, lots of scrapes on her
leathers and the knee seams gone leaving her with a nasty gash on her
left knee.

About 15 seconds after getting to her I realise that I've also damaged
myself. The difficulty when breathing, speaking or focusing being a
bit of a clue. At this point I manage to call Kate on the drivers
mobile before having a bit of a lie down. It's all a bit confused
until the ambulances turn up after 40 minutes, so if you ever plan on
a heart attack avoid rural Sussex. All our gear is cut off, we're onto
spinal boards and away to hospital.

I've got cuts and scrapes, a broken rib T4/T5 and my helmet looks like
this http://www.blakeley.plus.com/Bike/bin/DSCF0088.JPG Emily is still
in hospital, the gash was down to bone and she may have damaged her
cruciate ligaments, an MRI scan hopefully today[3] will prove that one
way or the other. She's due to go to University at the end of the
month, I am hoping that she can still get there although I suspect
she'll be on crutches for a while.

Sussex police turned up during Wednesday in the hospital and
apparently the drivers already told them that she didn't see us[4].
She'd said as much to me, but by admitting to the police it will
hopefully make the insurance claim less delayed than it otherwise
might have been.


[1] Hence using the Zafira, leaving me with her empty car or the bike.
[2] Possibly not the best thing to do in the circumstances.
[3] Should have been yesterday but she got bounced off the queue.
[4] 1/4 ton of red bike, with lights and my lardy carcass.

 

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Shit, at least you're both in the land of the living. Blind bitch.

I'm afraid that is not an "admission". Hope for a prosecution.

 

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Bad luck mate. ( Hope you both recover OK.

 

<snip blind bat>

GWS to all- guess Kate has now got more important things to do than
come to EOSM.

 

That's utterly, utterly crap. I hope you're both back to normal as
quickly as possible.

Being involved in a bin with a pillion must be one of the most horrid
biking moments. I hope to never have to be a part of one.

I do wish you both well and hope for a large insurance payout for both
of you.

 

Clumsy ****. Is the bike okay?

 

<snip>
GWS to both of you.

 

Fucksocks!

 

[snip]

Arse. Hope you both GWS and they nail the driver.

Was nearly speared off myself the other day by an old boy who looked to
be about 100. He wore thick, blue, corrective specs and had his gaze
fixed rigidly ahead. It was a biiig roundabout with good viz and every
other **** managed to spot the hulking outline of me, atop a fugly
R1200RT with matching luggage, with the World's Most Annoying Headlights
[1] ablaze.

He even had his window down which allowed me, by virtue of my wearing my
flip lid, to bellow "OI! YOU BLIND FUCKER!" at him from about 6 feet
away. Didn't bat an eyelid.

 

For which I am thankful, well aware it could have been worse

Not even as she's said so to the Police? Of course I'll need to wait
until the insurance have seen the statements.

 

I can't see either of us making it at the moment. I am not sure when
Emily will get out of hospital or how mobile she'll be. I've been told
6 weeks or so until I can drive / ribs stop aching.

 

I slid on oil with a mate as pillion sometime around '77 but that
wasn't bad. Bouncing my daughter down the road leaves me feeling
really guilty, she keeps telling me there was no way of avoiding it
but the guilt is still there.

 

From the pictures I've seen no. Auntie Carol are going to give me 1st
crack at the salvage value, I figure it will be worth more to me that
way if I break what's left and Ebay it.

 

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GWS.

My only off with pillion has been after looking at a new car, pulled out
into traffic then stopped dead as the dirty great Abus Granit U-lock
completed its revolution at the back of the forks. Had a great "What
the.." moment followed by toppling over.[1]

[1] My left leg cannot support ms, SO and a K1100RS past 10 degrees.[2]
[2] Is this a legnote instead of a footnote?

 

Sorry to hear about the off, GWS to both of you.. didn't your Fazer have
something like 50K miles on it?
--

jeremy
'02 Fazer 600 in blue
_______________________________________
jeremy0505 at gmail.com

 

Bugger.

That SMIDSY crap is really fucking stupid. The dozy **** just didn't
look.

Fucking stick her in an Electric chair and turn the fucker on. You can
claim you didn't see her, when she fries.

 

That seems to be the norm in Paris. The dozy cunts move over, without
looking or if they do, without looking properly. I don't know what it
is. I think it's a "I'm bigger than you, I'm moving over. Whether you
like it or not" case, most of the time.

 

Snip.

Binning it with one of the kids on the back is the one that I hope
never happens.

Glad it is not too serious, GWS to both of you.

 

If only they hadn't fitted the Fazer with the brakes off an R1, eh. ;-)

Bad luck, and hope you both GWS.

 

That really fucks me off, that statement should be followed automatically by
a "Driving without due care and attention and a danger to other road users"
charge then any extra charges as necessary.

Hope it all ends well for you.