Well it had to happen sometime. What a day. It's the day after a storm when no aircraft moved, so it's busy and it's also Friday so its really busy. Everyones in a bad mood ( I wasn't) so I helped the freight guys load my airplane. Near the end of that process I overextended on a big box of freight and my foot slipped off the ladder and down I went. Head first legs straddled over a 3 inch piece of aluminum ladder.
Well the refueler had the sense to use his leg to stop my head from hitting the 6X6 dock rail. Thank you.
However from my shin to my groin and my back to my armpit I am a bruised up used up piece of meat. I made it through the day, but my mind was not really on top of things like it should be.
Well to polish off the day I went and got insurance on the bike, and with an hour of daylight left in a beautiful sunny (rare) evening here I started the bike. I noticed the exhaust seemed to be leaking at the joint so I grabbed it for a shake - yes very stupid. I didnt think it would be hot after just 5 seconds, but my left hand is a crispy piece of flesh.
So all the warning signs that I should give up and go home to some pills and a warm bed were there. Of course I still think I am 20 years old so I take off and head straight into the gravel pit at about 40 MPH and before too long I am going too fast for the pit, too fast for my brain and well my body at this point is already beat to pieces. CRASH
Oh well. It was bound to happen. I am not sure if I forgot that I was in the dirt and grabbed too much front or if the huge mud hole was just too much for the speed. It was a mind field of boulders. My left crash guard it toast. But the rest of the bike is still brand new. Lesson learned. I know it's Friday the 13th but I dont believe in that crap.
This happened because I didn't have the common sense to say no to anything after I had my accident and I wasn't really fit for anykind of duty- airplanes or Husabergs. Time for a robaxisat and a glass of single malt and BED.
Well the refueler had the sense to use his leg to stop my head from hitting the 6X6 dock rail. Thank you.
However from my shin to my groin and my back to my armpit I am a bruised up used up piece of meat. I made it through the day, but my mind was not really on top of things like it should be.
Well to polish off the day I went and got insurance on the bike, and with an hour of daylight left in a beautiful sunny (rare) evening here I started the bike. I noticed the exhaust seemed to be leaking at the joint so I grabbed it for a shake - yes very stupid. I didnt think it would be hot after just 5 seconds, but my left hand is a crispy piece of flesh.
So all the warning signs that I should give up and go home to some pills and a warm bed were there. Of course I still think I am 20 years old so I take off and head straight into the gravel pit at about 40 MPH and before too long I am going too fast for the pit, too fast for my brain and well my body at this point is already beat to pieces. CRASH
Oh well. It was bound to happen. I am not sure if I forgot that I was in the dirt and grabbed too much front or if the huge mud hole was just too much for the speed. It was a mind field of boulders. My left crash guard it toast. But the rest of the bike is still brand new. Lesson learned. I know it's Friday the 13th but I dont believe in that crap.
This happened because I didn't have the common sense to say no to anything after I had my accident and I wasn't really fit for anykind of duty- airplanes or Husabergs. Time for a robaxisat and a glass of single malt and BED.
