So yesterday morning I let "the anger" rule me and I ended up crashing out my V
Normally when I approach the booms at work the security guys open it up for me, the reason being that us bikers tend to hold up the queue if we start trying to get our access tags out of our jackets with our gloves on. Usually...
So I come idling in to the boom, and the security guard is standing in the door of the security booth right next to the boom. I nod (as usual), no response
. I stop. I ask the guy whether he can please open the boom for me... slight movement, but no comprehension shining through. So my temperature starts to rise
. I start struggling with my pocket to get my tag out so that I can swipe it for the boom to open. Mister security stand there looking at me and at my hand as I try to get to my card. Finally I manage to release the card from my clingy pocket, I swipe it, the boom lifts. Now I need to get the card back into my pocket. Mister security guard is still just standing there looking at me. Card finally back in my pocket I'm so angry and irritated that I wind the V... quite a bit.
Ah yes, so it was a bad idea... I shoot away, underestimating the amount of said "wind" quite a bit. So I do what must have started out as a very mean wheelie.... which, it has to be said was never my intention, I just wanted to get away from there and calm down
The wheel comes down, hard, I bounce it, it lifts again.... I put the V down sideways... there is a word I can use to describe how hard I hit the ground, but my wife hits me when I say it. From first impact to where the V stopped sliding was probably about ...hmm... 10+ meters (Told you I wound it quite a bit), the only part I remember about the fall was hitting the ground chin first in the start of my slide, and thinking "Thank the lord I wasn't wearing my flip-up because I would have opened it by that point"
And there it was, I'd made an ass of myself and crashed my V because I lost my temper.
No rest for the wicked or injured though, I pick the V up with the help of another security guard, the first one was probably still staring at the boom thinking "hmmmmmmm, boooooooom". I park the V (un-ridable at that stage cause the gear lever had jammed into the frame) in front of the office, and walk into my first of 2 meetings for the morning. 2 hours later I'm wishing the guys can stop talking so I can just go get me some friggin painkillers! Finally I get to go and drink painkillers, have a coffee and a smoke so I can reflect on what happened.
Damage to me:
Very ugly knee
Badly sprained left wrist
Sprained right thumb
Damage to kit:
Helmet scraped over mouth area
Visor and peak minimal scuff marks
Overpants looks like my crotch exploded
Knees of overpants scuffed into 3rd layer
Jacket scuffed all over
Badly scuffed boots
Damage to V:
Slight scuff on front rim
Scuffed wheel mount
Broken foot peg
Badly bent gear lever
Badly scraped engine cover
Badly scuffed faring x2
Scuffed bar end
My bad, my very very bad
Stupid security guard, if he'd just been nice like every other morning I wouldn't have crashed my V. Still my fault for loosing my cool though.... <sigh>
Took the V into the shop this morning, thanks Willem!, now I wait for the call on Tuesday to hear the costs
Heehaw... Heehaw... Heehaw