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little pierre wrote:was racing a solo norton in the skerries in the early seventies going round a fast righthander came upon a slower rider, thought give it a bit more to get past, WRONG! bend tightens up i hit the grass bank thinking bugger,manage to ride the top of the bank but forgot the drainage ditch in the middle,hits the ditch catapults me over the hedge, head first into a tree in the field, helmet is smashed right down to the last layer,lying down dazed and hurting somewhat ,first aid man comes rushing over,to be shure he says you be alright, here have a fag, sticks a fag in my mouth, lights it, i spit it out begorra he says here,s the ambulance AMBULANCE! bloomin horse and cart with hay in the bottom,takes me to the medical centre! bivouac in the centre of the field! doctor checks me out, to be shure he says you be ok just bruising,girl friends come rushing in Doc says i can go, i cant move, they carry me moaning to the van put me in the back on a matress take me to the house we were staying at, still cant move and in pain,undress me and put me in a hot bath to soak for a while, they go off to the pub come back several hours later still in bath, they lift me out and dry me and put me to bed still hurting,wake up thinking i.m still on this planet sort of, still badly bruised and in pain girl friends dress me and lift me out of bed,i manage to stumble around with help, but it takes me a couple of days before i am somewhat mobile and able to eat summat. THe morall of this episode in my life, GET a good decent crash helmet it was somehat an excruciating experience, but i am still alive to tell the tale!!

steve-e wrote:Ryan you can do better than that. I've seen you on an MZ. Now tell us more mate