I'm JINXED!

Guess which unco twit had a disaster this arv? Guess whose bike, minus one
indicator and one gear shifter had to be carted away on the back of a ute?
(apparently the throttle is also f*cked, but dunno yet whether it's the
throttle drum or a cable) Guess who, pinned under the bike by her left foot,
had to be rescued by a grinning young man on a pushbike? (How
embarrassment!) And guess who is pretty sure she has a broken big toe?

Of course, it could've been worse. Oh, hang on, it WAS. Halfway through my
distress call to Dahlitz's Motorcycles, the battery in my mobile phone
carked it. Had to hobble across the 6 lanes of London Circuit, dodging
traffic, to a friendly cafe to use their phone.

But it could've been even worse than THAT! My slowly healing hammy hurt like
hell, but I don't think I've done any more damage to it. It could've
happened in traffic. I could've been run over by one of the lunatics
speeding out of the car-park. The bike could've fallen in the opposite
direction and buggered up my perfectly GOOD leg - bwahahahahaha!

Tonight I'm having a couple of glasses of red. The bike is safely stored at
Dahlitz's, my toe is on ice and all's well with the world. Sort of.

betty, wondering where the bruises will appear THIS time

 

Ooh gawd!!
I'm also sporting a suspect broken toe but I just kicked mine on the couch
while shuffling drunkenly 'tween TV and Toilet during the Supers telecast on
Sunday night.
Michelle was in New Zealand but I reckon she heard my bellow!

 

Betty,

I am sorry that you have had another problem. However, it can definitely be
worse. I have dropped my GS 500 several times and it is not uncommon for a
lady to help me pick it up. It depends on your (sexist) view.

John Dwyer.

 

Oh fark..... hug hug from a fellow cripple!

Um, Clem..... if you're going to incapacitate yourself, this probably wasn't
a good time, you dill! Far better to do it when there's somebody at home who
might feel some sympathy for your plight...

I got home at 7pm (after leaving work at 4pm) - hobbling, tired, cranky,
sick of buses etc etc - and what did I get? The cat, screaming its fucking
head off.

"Where's my fucking dinner? Where have you been?" And to add insult to
injury (or perhaps injury to insult) he stomped across my sore foot. Grrr.

Hope your toe's better soon!

betty

 

LOL - hey, I'm not choosy about who helps me pick up my bike - especially if
I'm stuck underneath it at the time!!!! I am oh-so-grateful for any
assistance I get, and that's how it should be.

It was nice how many of the other bike people who park in that area came
over for a chat. One let me make a call on his mobile phone, one gave me a
pen (and a contact for a bike-fixer) and a couple of others gave moral
support while I was waiting for my Bike Rescue. I love bike people...

betty

 

eek, I should've added - by the time all this lovely contact took place I
was no longer pinned beneath the bike <chortle>

betty

 

Ever thought of buying a car. ; )

Seriously sorry to hear your news and hope you heal up quickly and the
bike doesn't cost millions to fix.

Fraser

 

She got home Monday night and when told of my plight responded with "the
GOOD couch... What were you walking near the GOOD couch for?!!?"
Sigh.

 

Oh you bastard Fraser!!!! ;-)

I'm guessing about $300.... but the throttle issue might bump it up a bit
(heated grips, removal thereof, replacement thereof.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!)

betty, broke BEFORE payday this time!

 

Geez Clem, the GOOD couch? WTF were you thinking????

betty

 

There's no wheelchair mentioned here. You sure we've got the whole story?

Hope everything heals up quick.

kim

 

[shame-faced]
I must've been just loopy and outta' control Betty!
S'OK though; I'll only have to pay penance for a decade or so and it'll only
cost me a few thousand compensation in jewellery, clothing and furniture.
In all I'll get off pretty lightly, considering......

 

Well that isn't the end of the world. How did you drop it?

Fraser

 

[As the smoke clears, Bear taps Betty on the shoulder]
You ain't in this for the motorcycle riding are you, girl?

[snigger]

Seriously though - commiserations. Sometimes shit happens. When it
starts happening lots, though, it's time to look for some commonality.

I loved my BMWK100. Was fine when I was single. Started taking a steady
pillion and, to my horror, had fall after fall after fall. Eventually
transpired that the combination of a tall bike with a high centre of
gravity, combined with sorta shortish legs, and a combined 250 kg pay
load, was not compatible with stability in less than optimal conditions.

Changed to a bike that has a lower centre of gravity, plus I was able to
flatfoot at all times, and (touch wood) haven't had a drop yet).

 

Ooops bugger ! Commiserations

JL

 

Hmmm, commonality..... that would be..... <thinks> uh-oh - that would be ME!
And driveways. And bikes. Bugger.

betty

 

bikerbetty is of the opinion:

Charmayne, is that you?

- Matt

 

Remind me why I hate cats again. Shoot the damn thing! There was a
song.. something like.. there must be 50 ways to kill a cat...

Theo

 

Bugger, but even limping away from a bike accident is better than
other alternatives. It sounds like a low speed drop? A gutter out of a
carpark and short legs?

I remember turning into my work car park about ummm 15 years ago. A
ute was going in in front of me but stopped just has he crossed the
footpath. I stopped and put my foot down bu of course this was
directly over the gutter at the edge of the road and footpath and was
further down than I expected. I stretched my leg out to the max to
hold the bike, buut in doing so immediately cramped my calf and
figured I wasn't going to be able to support the bike. Thankfully the
ute took off and I was able to drop the clutch and move off just
before the bike toppled.

Stupidly I did the same thing leaving a carpark around 2000-ish. I
hadn't noticed that the smoothly tarmac'd carpark had a dip on the
right hand side as the contour into the dip was so smooth. I pull up
to wait for a break in traffic and put my foot down only to find that
the distance was a good couple of inches further down than I thought
and dropped the Blackbird on its side. I was so angry with myself I
was able to lift the bike back onto its wheels by myself while holding
the front brake on (as the drive was on a downward slope). Amazing
what a bit of adrenaline and anger will do for your muscley things.

 

Most of them painful
Local council has introduced a cat tax $60 for sexy and unsexy $20.00
either way I am happy to assist with lead poisoning or a 1/2 brick
when they piss in my garden (rat trap illicit a suitable response)