Near Death Experiences
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
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Boxing day disaster
Driving back home to Glasgow last boxing day with my father driving, me in the front, and Mrs me in the back.
The year before, my father was driving to work on his motorbike, and sadly was hit by another car - his arm was torn off all but a few threads of skin, his face was crushed and his leg was snapped like a matchstick (the chocolate kind), but thanks to technology and a few kilos of titanium he's now a walking talking cyborg.
The poor bastard went and crashed the year after - last boxing day. As we were all driving back home to glasgow like I said, he took a wrong turn off a roundabout, hit a bit of gravel, hit a slope and smashed headfirst into a tree - the car was pretty much cleaved right up to the dashboard, but amazingly nobody was hurt!
One of the presents I had bought him was a churchill nodding dog - my father was insured with direct line at the time. I'm convinced that they're connected...
( , Tue 30 Nov 2004, 16:48, Reply)
Driving back home to Glasgow last boxing day with my father driving, me in the front, and Mrs me in the back.
The year before, my father was driving to work on his motorbike, and sadly was hit by another car - his arm was torn off all but a few threads of skin, his face was crushed and his leg was snapped like a matchstick (the chocolate kind), but thanks to technology and a few kilos of titanium he's now a walking talking cyborg.
The poor bastard went and crashed the year after - last boxing day. As we were all driving back home to glasgow like I said, he took a wrong turn off a roundabout, hit a bit of gravel, hit a slope and smashed headfirst into a tree - the car was pretty much cleaved right up to the dashboard, but amazingly nobody was hurt!
One of the presents I had bought him was a churchill nodding dog - my father was insured with direct line at the time. I'm convinced that they're connected...
( , Tue 30 Nov 2004, 16:48, Reply)
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