BrrrrmskrreeechthudskreeechagainshitBANG!
Having passed my test I finally got to buy a real motorbike. Yamaha RD350LC (those in the know will realise I am quite old).

Day after buying it I leave school to pop down the shops. Hit some wet leaves on a bend and the bike goes sideways. Arse. Manage to collect the slide, but I've turned through about 45 degrees and hit the kerb. Still manage to land and control it, so now I'm doing about 20mph on the footpath towards some old dear and her dog. Haul on the brakes, lose the front end and finally smack into the tarmac, leaving some of my arse behind as I'm wearing jeans which wear out before I come to a halt.

So, to recap, I'm lying on the ground, slightly stunned and in some pain, but actually relatively unhurt, certainly nothing broken. What does worry me is that I'm in the middle of the road, trapped awkwardly under a fairly heavy motorbike, around a blind corner, so carsa coming around it probably wont have time to stop before going over me.

What I need now is a helpful person to get the bike off me. What I clearly don't need is some ungrateful old bint who I've just saved from certain injury by damaging myself and my new bike (OK, so if I'd been going slower she wouldn't have been in danger in the first place), lecturing me on the dangers of riding motorbikes while I'm lying on the floor.

Fortunately, her dog didn't decide to relieve itself on me, although it would have been good for added comedy value.

Fortunately a friend arrived after a couple of minutes and rescued me, and no-one played me Dido.
(Throbbe, Thu 16 Jun 2005, 11:21, Reply)