RIP Ugly Old Bike
14 09 2010A bit of an eventful weekend all in all.
On Sunday I decided to go for a gentle hoon around Dartmoor, exploring the region generally and seeing if any particular spot took my eye and might be a suitable place to live in the future.
My route took me thru’ Moretonhampstead, Princeton and then Yelverton, after which I headed north towards Tavistock. Once there I turned eastwards towards Okehampton but soon after that my journey took a fairly extreme and unpleasant turn for the worse.
At about 11:30 I was following a group of cars at about 45mph thru’ the twisty road (no hurry, I was just gently hooning along enjoying the ride) when we came to a straight bit with clear visibility ahead for at least a mile and no oncoming traffic. So I decided to overtake.
And that’s it. I remember nothing more.
It seems that I accelerated to somewhere between 60-70mph (sounds about right, for an overtake) when the car at the front, a white Megane, turned right. I believe I T-boned him, went over the roof, face planted on the road and came to an abrupt halt, completely unconscious and no longer taking any interest in the splendour of Dartmoor.
Anyway, after a Major Trauma Incident was declared, an Air Ambulance helicopter was dispatched to pick me up and deliver me to Derriford Hospital in Plymouth an hour after the accident.
I have some fragmented, disjointed memories of being on the helicopter, then shoved into an MRI scanner and having my breath tested (negative of course) but really, I was out of it until about 22:30 that night, when I finally came to what passes for me as compos mentis. So all the above is what I’ve pieced together from what I’ve been told – I still have no memory of the event and apparently, am unlikely to remember it.
Now, a number of quite sh*t things have happened to me this year but this really takes the biscuit.
Nevertheless, all I can do is count my blessings as by some miracle, and despite knowing plenty of other riders who have killed themselves or suffered serious brain injury, what did I suffer? A broken (well, a "comminuted fracture" to be accurate) pinky in my left hand and a broken scaphoid and trapezium bones in my right. Not even any symptoms of concussion. Oh, the effects of shock of course, vomiting, shivering and general all-round wobbliness. But nothing truly serious, much to the disgust/relief of the medical staff!
I even got in the papers, with a rather inaccurate report – but even so, with no memory of the event, this is scarey enough – http://www.thisisplymouth.co.uk/
As for the subject line, I am guessing my beautiful ugly R1150GS is a write-off. It’s a miracle I survived so I can’t hope for the bike to have come off lightly as well. I haven’t seen it yet and until I can seek out some sort of alternative transport, I might never will. For now, it’s up to the insurance companies to slog it out.
Nevertheless, I managed to get hold of my scans (I still officially have a French address and can thus demand my records with more ease than is normally the case) and present some of them here. The scaphoid injury is quite clear and a haematoma/oedema in my left hemisphere is clearly apparent – but it cleared up by itself with no treatment – even the pinky fracture (comminuted = smashed to bits – look on Orange squash bottles) is not really very clear.
All in all, I have been extremely lucky although I am now without transport. But surely a miraculous escape like this means things are going to get better from here on in?
Categories : personal, West Country


After receiving a number of e-mails from a variety of people offering more information and details on the DICE Trials at Portland Bill in 1975, including a few corrections. But I’m quite pleased they were just a few corrections – my memory is still in pretty good nick then!








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