September 1987
OK Thinking of retirement from the military, I started a 3 yr course, night school.
18 30 – 22 30.
First year went ok.
Got to second year, just re started. At the time I had 2 Bikes.
Kawasaki KZ 550 and a KZ 250: 2 stroke winter bike.
Over the week end I winterized the KZ, and got the MZ going.
Well, following Tuesday, I left work for night school.
On the way home, I was going uphill towards what had previously been a Y junction; However, now the Left hand bend, was the main road, and the right side was now a minor rd with a full stop sign.
Now we start thinking in “MICROSECONDS”
I am approaching the old Y junction; I see Headlights through the wizened hedge, approaching the full stop, with too much speed to stop in time.
Remember “ Microseconds” !
OK , Throw the bike out on the right side of the Y Junction, N let this idiot do whatever!
Shit! The guy was so drunk he was on the wrong side of the road.
( Not Something I could see through the hedge )
So I did a Speedway turn to avoid being hit by the front of the car.
For Newbies, you get T boned by a car, that traps your leg between the car and bike.
That means you go over, then the car goes over you, and you end up as a greasy smear on the road. NOT Recommended!
OK I get halfway round my speedway turn, when the car hits me.
22 45 in September in Scandinavia is rather cold, so I was wearing my MOTOMOD suit.
Well padded, and with aluminium foil liner, to prevent burns, should the tank let go.
So I go flying, and hit the lawn of the local Mitsubishi car dealership.
They had about 5 cars lined up on the embankment, the drunk driver, took the front off of all of them, then hit a culvert, that threw his car into the road again, however on hitting the culvert, the front wheels had splayed, so when he hit the road; The car came to a sudden stop and threw the drunk out through the windshield.
Great: now I get to beat the shit out of him, so I sat up, and tried to use my right arm, to stand up.
Well my hand didn’t seem to function properly, and then the bones of my radius & ulna shot out of my sleeve and stuck in the lawn.
That really PISSED ME OFF, so getting madder, I grabbed my right wrist with my left hand and pulled the bones out of the lawn.
I figured that I could still belt the twat with my left hand, so I tried to roll over to my left to get up.
Oh SHIT, left femur was poking out of the leg, top broken off and strangely enough was stabbed through my jacket breast pocket, like some sort of “Predator” souvenir.
On top of that, the lower part of my left leg, was busted OVER the knee joint.
( I did not know that was possible )
Yes, I kicked myself in the balls!
Its quite funny looking at all your body bits that are normally inside, now sticking out, The Femur didn’t bother me so much as looking at my own heel.
Anyway, needless to say I never got to belt the twat.
Got to the hospital, and two doctors looking at me, one says to the other, How do we get his trousers off?
Me, lying on the stretcher, did a half turn and said, “ Why don’t you both grab some scissors and start cutting ?
I did not know, at that time, that on impact with the fuel tank, my scrotum had burst like a “slapped packet of crisps” so I had a testicle hanging down each leg.
Thank god the doctors used short scissors!!
NO: THAT SCAR IS NOT AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC, so no PICCY!
Shortly after that they injected me with something, and I went to sleep.
2 weeks in Intensive care, then 5 months in a normal ward undergoing different operations.
PHOTO INTERPRETATION:
Obviously I didn’t know the extent of my injuries, so, broke collarbone.
Broke pelvis, had three 8mm bolts on each side, with crossbar while the bones re set
Normally, if a skin graft is needed, doctors take skin from your arse.
However, due to my pelvis, they couldn’t turn me over, so they took the skin to repair my arm, from my right thigh. No matter how much tan I get, the letterbox always stands out.
Femur, self evident.
Knee, self evident.
Ankle, self evident
OK Thinking of retirement from the military, I started a 3 yr course, night school.
18 30 – 22 30.
First year went ok.
Got to second year, just re started. At the time I had 2 Bikes.
Kawasaki KZ 550 and a KZ 250: 2 stroke winter bike.
Over the week end I winterized the KZ, and got the MZ going.
Well, following Tuesday, I left work for night school.
On the way home, I was going uphill towards what had previously been a Y junction; However, now the Left hand bend, was the main road, and the right side was now a minor rd with a full stop sign.
Now we start thinking in “MICROSECONDS”
I am approaching the old Y junction; I see Headlights through the wizened hedge, approaching the full stop, with too much speed to stop in time.
Remember “ Microseconds” !
OK , Throw the bike out on the right side of the Y Junction, N let this idiot do whatever!
Shit! The guy was so drunk he was on the wrong side of the road.
( Not Something I could see through the hedge )
So I did a Speedway turn to avoid being hit by the front of the car.
For Newbies, you get T boned by a car, that traps your leg between the car and bike.
That means you go over, then the car goes over you, and you end up as a greasy smear on the road. NOT Recommended!
OK I get halfway round my speedway turn, when the car hits me.
22 45 in September in Scandinavia is rather cold, so I was wearing my MOTOMOD suit.
Well padded, and with aluminium foil liner, to prevent burns, should the tank let go.
So I go flying, and hit the lawn of the local Mitsubishi car dealership.
They had about 5 cars lined up on the embankment, the drunk driver, took the front off of all of them, then hit a culvert, that threw his car into the road again, however on hitting the culvert, the front wheels had splayed, so when he hit the road; The car came to a sudden stop and threw the drunk out through the windshield.
Great: now I get to beat the shit out of him, so I sat up, and tried to use my right arm, to stand up.
Well my hand didn’t seem to function properly, and then the bones of my radius & ulna shot out of my sleeve and stuck in the lawn.
That really PISSED ME OFF, so getting madder, I grabbed my right wrist with my left hand and pulled the bones out of the lawn.
I figured that I could still belt the twat with my left hand, so I tried to roll over to my left to get up.
Oh SHIT, left femur was poking out of the leg, top broken off and strangely enough was stabbed through my jacket breast pocket, like some sort of “Predator” souvenir.
On top of that, the lower part of my left leg, was busted OVER the knee joint.
( I did not know that was possible )
Yes, I kicked myself in the balls!
Its quite funny looking at all your body bits that are normally inside, now sticking out, The Femur didn’t bother me so much as looking at my own heel.
Anyway, needless to say I never got to belt the twat.
Got to the hospital, and two doctors looking at me, one says to the other, How do we get his trousers off?
Me, lying on the stretcher, did a half turn and said, “ Why don’t you both grab some scissors and start cutting ?
I did not know, at that time, that on impact with the fuel tank, my scrotum had burst like a “slapped packet of crisps” so I had a testicle hanging down each leg.
Thank god the doctors used short scissors!!
NO: THAT SCAR IS NOT AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC, so no PICCY!
Shortly after that they injected me with something, and I went to sleep.
2 weeks in Intensive care, then 5 months in a normal ward undergoing different operations.
PHOTO INTERPRETATION:
Obviously I didn’t know the extent of my injuries, so, broke collarbone.
Broke pelvis, had three 8mm bolts on each side, with crossbar while the bones re set
Normally, if a skin graft is needed, doctors take skin from your arse.
However, due to my pelvis, they couldn’t turn me over, so they took the skin to repair my arm, from my right thigh. No matter how much tan I get, the letterbox always stands out.
Femur, self evident.
Knee, self evident.
Ankle, self evident
