My alarm went off at 05:20 this morning ready for my second long day at work. I showered, meal prepped and had a coffee. All good so far.
The sun was up as I put on my crash helmet, gloves and climbed aboard my crotch rocket. I was looking forward to a nice steady ride to work. I left earlier than usual, so not in any rush.
As much as I love riding, this morning was just a commute to work. I went down the A14. I have my fun when I’m on my way home usually, when the roads are quieter.
Because I was early I decided to turn off an exit early and ride through town. I coasted down the slip road and leant left to exit the roundabout. Next thing I know I have low sided. The bike slipped out from underneath me and I was sliding down the road with the bike on top of me. I stopped but the bike carried on down the road sending sparks everywhere.
I slammed my hand on the tarmac when I first went down. I thought I had broken two of my fingers, my hip hit the ground next, followed by knee and my elbow. I was in pain and slightly dazed. I was more worried about the state of my beloved bike.
The damage was minimal, but I’m gutted. The left mirror is smashed, gear lever is bent. Left foot peg broke off and the engine casing is scuffed. I had to ride home in alot of pain with my foot on the rear peg, resting my hand on the fuel tank. Changing gear was painful and by no means pretty.
Once I was home and I had managed to get my gear off I taped my fingers together. I’m now laying on the sofa with the whole of my left had throbbing a sore knee and hip. I’m still more upset about my bike than my pain.
There goes another one of my nine lives!!