My poor motorcycle
And on a slightly less-hee-larious note:So there I was this morning, overtaking one of our lovely London black cabs, when he decided to execute a summary U-turn (as they are wont to do).
Landed on my feet. Poor 'Hayley' (my beautiful Suzuki Hayabusa) had a bad day though. One of the new exhaust cans I finally fitted 3 weeks ago (after my accident last year) will have to be replaced. Headlight's broken out of its mountings, smashed indicator light, cosmetic damage on both sides, and the sheared electrical loom (i.e. a bunch of sliced wires) took the RAC man a while to figure out why she wouldn't start...
At least I was able to sit in the garden, drinking too many London Prides in the sun whilst I spent the remainder of the workday booking estimates and insurance claims...This commute is going to kill me one of these days. In case anyone's counting, that's 4 accidents in 3.5 years.
Labels: bikes
posted by Andy at 12:42 AM
2 Comments:
Ouch.
(and yeah, that's a lot of accidents! why do you think i'm not particularly keen on j getting a bike in bloody london?!)
Andy,
Is flow of the street against you, or is the traffic that just bad? Can you take another route?
Still it must feel bad to look at the scraped up fairing and all.
Kirt
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