zipgun wrote:At 16 i wanted a Suzuki ap50, parents refused.. bought me a 1959 Morris.. and a bike

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Ha... I had an ap50

55mph down over the bars. Still looking at the list of incidents you describe perhaps your parents were right
If we are discussing our own mishaps mine start with
ap50.. travelling slowly down outside of stationary traffic in Deepdale in Preston when a "local" decided to jump the que by turning right down a side street with no warning and without looking, trouble is I was just to the offside of his door when he made the manouvre and took me with him
BSA Starfire 250 .. a lass on the back already with her arm in a cast, dark night, wind and rain swept in Leyland just outside the Eagle and Child biker pub, me rounding bend over a large metal manhole type cover when a car pulls out, touch brakes, slide on said manhole type cover thing, drop bike watch every fragment of headlamp glass break. Luckily we were alright. Famous words, "Sorry Mate, I didn't see ya". Thats what one of the jobs of the big yellow shiny thing on the front was for before it broke

alright it was only one light but in the dark...
Superdream 250.. Midge Hall in Leyland, overtake two learners in cars doing 30 on a long straight in a 60mph zone, pull back in line using most of my brakes... my mistake as the car in front was a Granada driven by a farmer who decided in an instant to stop in the middle of the road to peer into his field of cabbages. Little braking left, over the Rickman Fairing onto Granada boot, bike in hedge, me in road bleeding quite heavily from snout and with a bruised but intact body

my fault technically I suppose.
Mk 1 astra van, bought on finance and just a couple of years old, "1300" engine that somehow could project this van at speeds of up to 118 mph, on way to work near Ribchester, 60 zone, doing 60, round bend, massive Daimler Jag coming out of garage forecourt, Jag in hedge across road, me suddenly on the forecourt. Dead van, Jag drove off after exchanging details.
Mk 2 astra van, somewhere near Stafford / Shropshire border? boss driving having been to look at the weekends cushy handsignalling job, turns right at crossroads, oncoming pickup in my side of van and back up the road about twenty yards. That one bloody hurt, door wrapped round leg, trip to Stafford General in an ambulance but amazingly just muscle damage / bruising etc but I still suffer pains from that one today. Insult to injury, after any accident BR would book you off so no pay and cushy weekend job now off due to injury.. Probably lucky that the pickup hit the front wheel and engine bay which stopped him coming all the way in.
Seen too many, some bad, on my travels to list them, but two most recent (last couple of months)...
Newly qualified direct access test motorcyclist, Suzuki 1000, dark night, thinks he's on a race track, comes part way round bend on the top road, bike and rider into dyke wall, suzi back in road while rider stays at the wall. Unconscious at first, but amazingly nothing broken in the end other than his bike.
and to bring us back on topic... as this was a statement job for the bobbies etc..
On the top road again (nearest main road to our house but not really much wider than a single track) car coming from side road simply doesn't stop and goes straight across road and through the dyke into field. I called the bobbies for that one rather than an ambulance as the bugger could barely stand or speak but only cos he'd been at the golf club tournament. He won't be driving for a year or so despite failing to provide a sample..
Dodgy business this driving lark really isn't it
