Twinpipe 0, Horse 1
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It started out as ordinary day but little did I realise things were going to take a dramatic turn for the worst.
It all started when I booked a test ride on the Triumph Speed Triple (1000cc) for 9am this morning and then the Street Triple (600cc) straight afterwards at 10am.
The Speed 3 is a great bike, very easy to ride, really chuckable, loads of low down power and very confidence inspiring. I had a good hour thrashing the nuts off it around Dorset and riding back to the dealer I thought "I might not bother with the Street 3, it's just a smaller version of this and this is great!" but then decided that it was already booked and why the hell not even if it's just for the sake of comparing engine sizes.
The Street 3 was noticabley less powerful and less responsive so I decided to just have a little pootle round on it for half an hour and then take it back.
So there I am minding my own business scooting along through the New Forest when out from behind a tree like a equine highwayman jumps a big fooking horse and stands there in the road. "Fook where did that come from", "go right, go left, FOOOOOK, brake! Harder!!" skid, shimmy, skid, THUD. Rattle, scrape,Naahh, bang, scrape. Look up to see the horses belly and four hooved legs flailing and stamping (mostly me) trying to find something stationary to get it the hell out of there. "Fook" curl up into a ball and wait for it all to stop.
I then hear "sh1t call an ambulance" "are you alright mate" Yeah I'm fine don't worry, hang about I can't be fine, I just said that without moving and the words not actually coming out! I'll try hand signals. Ha ha two hands, something works.
It's a really bizarre feeling lying there unable to move or feel most of your body, but slowly it starts coming back and I open my visor. "I need to get up" Oooooowwwww!!! "but not just yet" a few minutes pass while I answer what seem like rediculous questions from people I've never met. Right try again, Oooooooouuuuwwwwww!! but I'm up. Result.
"Are you hurt?" "where does it hurt?" everywhere but my head strangley enough. Why doesn't my head hurt? Don't answer that!
"Is there anything we can do for? By the way your bike's in a right state" Oh yeah the bike...erm...you could do one thing for me? Call the dealer and tell them I've just destroyed their one and only demonstrator of a bike that's not even released yet??
No?? Ok then I'll do it.
So after the walk of shame back to the dealers I spent the rest of the afternoon in A&E and am now gonna be housebound for the rest of the weekend with some cracked ribs, a heavily bruised coccyx and lower back and deep bruising to various other parts of my body.
All in all I think I got off lightly, it only hurts when I move or breathe.
You can send sympathy cards, grapes, cash, hookers etc to the usual address.
It started out as ordinary day but little did I realise things were going to take a dramatic turn for the worst.
It all started when I booked a test ride on the Triumph Speed Triple (1000cc) for 9am this morning and then the Street Triple (600cc) straight afterwards at 10am.
The Speed 3 is a great bike, very easy to ride, really chuckable, loads of low down power and very confidence inspiring. I had a good hour thrashing the nuts off it around Dorset and riding back to the dealer I thought "I might not bother with the Street 3, it's just a smaller version of this and this is great!" but then decided that it was already booked and why the hell not even if it's just for the sake of comparing engine sizes.
The Street 3 was noticabley less powerful and less responsive so I decided to just have a little pootle round on it for half an hour and then take it back.
So there I am minding my own business scooting along through the New Forest when out from behind a tree like a equine highwayman jumps a big fooking horse and stands there in the road. "Fook where did that come from", "go right, go left, FOOOOOK, brake! Harder!!" skid, shimmy, skid, THUD. Rattle, scrape,Naahh, bang, scrape. Look up to see the horses belly and four hooved legs flailing and stamping (mostly me) trying to find something stationary to get it the hell out of there. "Fook" curl up into a ball and wait for it all to stop.
I then hear "sh1t call an ambulance" "are you alright mate" Yeah I'm fine don't worry, hang about I can't be fine, I just said that without moving and the words not actually coming out! I'll try hand signals. Ha ha two hands, something works.
It's a really bizarre feeling lying there unable to move or feel most of your body, but slowly it starts coming back and I open my visor. "I need to get up" Oooooowwwww!!! "but not just yet" a few minutes pass while I answer what seem like rediculous questions from people I've never met. Right try again, Oooooooouuuuwwwwww!! but I'm up. Result.
"Are you hurt?" "where does it hurt?" everywhere but my head strangley enough. Why doesn't my head hurt? Don't answer that!
"Is there anything we can do for? By the way your bike's in a right state" Oh yeah the bike...erm...you could do one thing for me? Call the dealer and tell them I've just destroyed their one and only demonstrator of a bike that's not even released yet??
No?? Ok then I'll do it.
So after the walk of shame back to the dealers I spent the rest of the afternoon in A&E and am now gonna be housebound for the rest of the weekend with some cracked ribs, a heavily bruised coccyx and lower back and deep bruising to various other parts of my body.
All in all I think I got off lightly, it only hurts when I move or breathe.
You can send sympathy cards, grapes, cash, hookers etc to the usual address.
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'kin'ell Twinpipe, that sounds NASTY... bloody good to hear that you're okay (relatively speaking), could have been much nastier, especially if you weren't just pootling around.
How did the dealership take the destruction of their demo bike?I'm assuming you'll have had to give a statement for their insurance etc? Must have been some interesting comments said back at the dealership.
How did the dealership take the destruction of their demo bike?I'm assuming you'll have had to give a statement for their insurance etc? Must have been some interesting comments said back at the dealership.
Twinpipe said:
It's a really bizarre feeling lying there unable to move or feel most of your body, but slowly it starts coming back and I open my visor. "
I know exactly what you mean, i came off my bike last June slid across two lanes into the central barriers. After a few moments of realising you are breathing your try all of your limbs to make sure they are working.I actually broke my shoulder so it sounds like you were lucky.
I was the same, my head did not hurt, even when the helmet was badily scrapped and cracked.
Get well soon.
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