Am not proud
Few years ago my mate from Junior school turned up with his new (to him) Ducati motorcycle.

I'd been doing some work on a car so was in cargo's teeshirt and trainers.

he offered me a little go on the bike. being a private road I didn't put on anything else.

At the bottom of the street I turned and subsequently tried to wheelie the aformentioned machine.

It went horribly wrong, I landed, slided 30mph just dressed casually. The ensuing mess was a large bill for repairs on the bike but nothing compared to the loss of skin on right arm, torso and leg. For Judas sake I could see my kneecap!

Didn't take time off work but was suitably embarred with having to leave every half hour to dress wounds that leaked.

One week down the line went to doctor who was more troubled with my hip that was in a shocking state.

Did I learn a lesson? No, am still an idiot but just on things I own, Body repairs, bank balances don't.

Eddie - you read this you were there mate

Forget lenght and width, measure pain
(ElGatodeBarco, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 19:46, Reply)