Fazer, sprog & me down,

Arse. GWS to you and yours.
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The "Panic Dance".

 

I don't think I'd have minded if she'd been driving and injured me.

 

Swot I figured, they've said if the damage exceed ~£850 then it will
most likely be written off. Currently insured for £1800 but I've no
idea of a realistic value, other than more than they first offer

I'll be calling the Police tomorrow to see what the current state of
play is and suggesting that I'd like to see them pursue it.

 

Much of what I want to say has been said, such as "arse", "shaft the
bitch with a 'due care and attention'" and GWS, but my main thoughts
were for your feelings of guilt - I frequently take my girls on my
bike, and I know I'd kick myself sore if I allowed anything like that
to happen. Given how I ride, I surely will, too, one day.

My other thought is on account of the fact that Cub#1 is in the
process of learning for her own bike licence, and while she has met
with the inevitable diesel on a roundabout and encountered a U-turning
**** from a line of stationary traffic, she has yet to encounter
anything *serious*. I'll be pointing her towards this thread for the
various snippets from everyone.

GWS.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Badger

Fret ye not, old chap. We'll be here to offer consolation and support to
her when it does.

Oh. Damn.

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and Ducati Race Engineer.

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<snip>

****. Hope all works out OK and the leg damage to your daughter is
minimal.

That's one of my real nightmares, stacking a bike with one of my kids on
it.

'course I've done this on a bit of private road where I hit my dog with
both of my kids on a bike with no front brakes... Fortunately the only
person damaged was me.

 

Dunno. If she'd done something stupid I'd have been pissed off but if
it was a straight choice between her being injured and me, I'd choose
myself.

 

"TOG@toil "

I think the best place to shift the spare bits may be in a paddock at a
race meeting.

 

Heh. Mine's able to do this next saturday.

Mind you there's no fucking way she's getting on a bike. Which means
I'll need to stump up for a car in a year or so.

 

When I stop and think about it I'm glad in a way that I did a fair
amount of tarmac-surfing in my teenage years, it hurt less then and
damage healed faster[1].

It'll give me things to think about and chuckle at whilst I sit in my
own piss waiting for the nurse, suffering artheritic pains in about 5
years time[2].



[1] I skinned my shin slightly in July raising a slight scab. There's
still a fucking scar on my leg. My regenerative properties have really
slowed down in the last 10 years.

[2] OK, maybe 20.

 

The weather's changed and over the last week or so the roads have lost
heat and are definitely offering less grip early in the morning.

 

scribbled:

I've got lots of scars from insect bites.

I think in 10 years time I'd bleed to death from a paper cut

 

<VBG>

About the only bits thus shiftable would be the brakes, I think.

You'd have more luck trying to fence MZ bits.

 

On Fri, 16 Sep 2005 06:57:38 +0100, Boots Blakeley

snip

Well if she didn't see that, it must be an open and shut case...








You may wish to consider some personal body-tuning...








;-)

 

Right, I've got a couple more but I'll go back and get some from her
POV.

Most of it's in the garage although I think the hospital chucked some
of it.

Will do, Emily's home with her leg completely plastered. She had a MRI
today and we're back on Monday for the results and to find out what
else she may need in the way of surgery/treatment. I'll get CIGNA on
the case if it will either improve the outlook or speed up her
treatment.

Aunty Carol's solicitors have written to Emily already and phoned me
this evening so they're on the case.

Cheers, appreciate the thoughts and all the other folks that I've not
individually replied to.

 

"the Mending Apparatus was itself in need of repair."

 

I'd just let the police and insurers get on with it in their own way
and only create if the insurers suddenly started throwing problems in
my direction.

Going running to the police and trying to create problems by
commenting on who was wearing glasses and who wasn't isn't something
I'd want done to me in the event of an accident so I'm fucking sure I
wouldn't do it to someone else.

 

Grr... Had a young kid do that to me in Canberra one night. I
pulled out of the parking spot on the T500R as he and his father reached
the central dividing line (30 feet or so from a ped crossing, IIRC). I
aimed behind them and opened the throttle. Little blighter (10? or so?)
heard the induction roar and exhausts of two 250 cc two-stroke cylinders
-- and ran back across the lane to his mother still on the kerb! All brakes
and squealing tyres I missed him somehow and through a quickly-rising
adrenalin fog screamed at him never, *ever* to run back the way he'd
come.

When I got home a few minutes later, shaking like a leaf, I
discovered my headlight was off...

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KotPT -- "for stupidity above and beyond the call of duty".

 

I'd been filtering through traffic and was stationary waiting for the
oncoming traffic to sort itself. The car behind me decided to overtake
the line so it could turn right and nearly skittled me off.

I turned round doing the pointing at my eyes accompanied by various
mouthed 'opinions' [1] I then whacked open the throttle to get out of the
way straight into the path of a bus. Not at all cool and rufty tufty.


[1] Had I been a proper biker I would have gone back to the car and
raped the women; burnt down their houses and sold their children.