Post by Matt James on Apr 16, 2009 16:57:09 GMT
Looking back, it is a wonder some of us are still here, I had my fair share of accidents on PO motorbikes, One in particular springs to mind, I was riding alond a wet Haydons road Wimbledon as usual try to get the speedo round the clock for the second time (not helped by the D shape dial!) when a British School of Motoring learner driver leapt out in front of me like a kangeroo with a hot poker in its nether regions from the junction of Penrith Road needless to say I felt the dull crunch of impact as the front wheel crushed the leg shields, by which time I was airborn in what seemed like slow motion, landing not too gracefully in the doorway of the Blue Cross Dumb Friends league shop. The saga did not end there, the driver of the car was deaf and dumb, the mind boggles to this day how the poor chap was supposed to hear the instructors voice.
The instructor had the good grace to admit liability on behalf of the driver.
Then there was the classic , wet day Colliers Wood High St. I was too close behind a bus (to keep warm and dry) looking to my right at the prices of motorbikes in Abbey Spares motorcycle shop. Whereupon the bus decided to stop at a crossing I sailed straight into the back of it - my fault. Another mopper, I think it was Ray Timpson was sent to relieve me of remaining telegrams, in true style he beat the ambulance to the scene of the accident. There were Road Works between him and me, I saw him speeding along towards me, suddenly he disappeared motorbike as well. The next thing I saw was him scrambling out of the clay filled ditch being chased by two road men with big shovels, we all had a good laugh about it later .
Another day, another lad overtook a line of traffic waiting for the level crossing to open in Merton High St Wimbledon - hit the wet metal studs and drove his front number plate up the rear end of a Policeman on point duty. Ouch
We must have been attracted to the police as a few days later I managed to crash into the back of a "Black Maria" police van taking prisoners to Wandsworth I remember seeing the prisoners noses stuck to the rear glass windows watching me, as my foot got run over by a van going the other way. They thought that great fun, the down side was the black big toe nail I suffered which was later to be impaled with a red hot needle at St.James hospital to relieve the pressure....ouch.
Then there was the time in Beechcroft road Tooting - a garden gate opened to my left a dog ran out straight into my front wheel, I went over the top - again, and knocked over a sapling roadside tree planted by the kerb. Weeks later a letter arrived from the Forestry commission giving Ordnance survey grid references of the siting of their pathetic little tree which they apparently had control of, asking me to clarify the damage I had caused to it. I was more upset about the dog.
Do you remember any ?
My God how we suffered serving the Queen
Maurice Nunn
The instructor had the good grace to admit liability on behalf of the driver.
Then there was the classic , wet day Colliers Wood High St. I was too close behind a bus (to keep warm and dry) looking to my right at the prices of motorbikes in Abbey Spares motorcycle shop. Whereupon the bus decided to stop at a crossing I sailed straight into the back of it - my fault. Another mopper, I think it was Ray Timpson was sent to relieve me of remaining telegrams, in true style he beat the ambulance to the scene of the accident. There were Road Works between him and me, I saw him speeding along towards me, suddenly he disappeared motorbike as well. The next thing I saw was him scrambling out of the clay filled ditch being chased by two road men with big shovels, we all had a good laugh about it later .
Another day, another lad overtook a line of traffic waiting for the level crossing to open in Merton High St Wimbledon - hit the wet metal studs and drove his front number plate up the rear end of a Policeman on point duty. Ouch
We must have been attracted to the police as a few days later I managed to crash into the back of a "Black Maria" police van taking prisoners to Wandsworth I remember seeing the prisoners noses stuck to the rear glass windows watching me, as my foot got run over by a van going the other way. They thought that great fun, the down side was the black big toe nail I suffered which was later to be impaled with a red hot needle at St.James hospital to relieve the pressure....ouch.
Then there was the time in Beechcroft road Tooting - a garden gate opened to my left a dog ran out straight into my front wheel, I went over the top - again, and knocked over a sapling roadside tree planted by the kerb. Weeks later a letter arrived from the Forestry commission giving Ordnance survey grid references of the siting of their pathetic little tree which they apparently had control of, asking me to clarify the damage I had caused to it. I was more upset about the dog.
Do you remember any ?
My God how we suffered serving the Queen
Maurice Nunn