They put a couple off screws in the top of the bar up near my hip too, but they got removed. I have them as a souvenir too. The bar runs right through the centre of the whole fema bone.
The second off was about a year after getting back on the bike after being on crutches and everything had healed to the point where I could ride again. Totally my own mistake as I was speeding and overshot a corner and onto an oncoming car that I clipped. It didn''t really take as much impact as the first off which was major.
The first off, I hit an Island in the middle of the road outside St Thomas Hospital over the road, well Thames really, from Big Ben. Me and the bike separated when my fema met the lamppost

My ankle was ripped apart and as it got mangled around the footpeg and that was with bike boots on

Apparently my foot was hanging by a thread and it was only because they got to it so fast with being outside a hospital that the surgeons saved it.
I don't really remember much as the paramedics dosed me up with some kett-Morph, the best trip off my life

I woke up in A&E with a finger going up my backside and then they relocated my ankle back into place, I screamed and fell back unconscious with the pain. I remember in my dazed state some nurses or someone behind me discussing that they should have given me another shot of Morphine before going ahead with the procedure. wombles that hurt more than the impact of the crash.
WOW..got news on in front of me. Have you seen the exo skeleton.
I used to be a motorcycle courier doing the London circuits, so the odds where against me. Best job I have ever had, loved it, but it felt like I was working to earn the money to pay the courier insurance and keep the bike on the road to be able to work. sh1t money and it wasn't really like a job but more off a lifestyle when you spend on average of 10 hours a day on the road riding, apart from the waiting time with no packages onboard. And then when you not working your riding for pleasure. My first off was when I was working.
The worst thing of all is that I lost the bike, a CB1 Jap import with modified engine and allspeed race exhaust. It got put into storage by the recovery firm that was called by, I guess plod. Then I was in Hospital for a few weeks and could not afford the storage fees so had to let it go. Another form of legalised theft that, a bit like Insurance.
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