Oh well ....


Two injury crashes, similar in some respects. Both of them entirely my own stupidity.
Around July 1984. Had just bought a rucksack, but wasn't wearing it, instead had it in a carrier bag
hooked over the handlebar, as I wasn't going very far. What a plonker! Accelerating smartly and speedily (well I was young in those days) along Western Road, Brighton, suddenly found myself kissing tarmac, a spectacular cartwheel over the handlebars and face-plant, at least spectacular according to the witnesses who rushed to my aid. Four broken front teeth (one of which the stump had to be extracted), several stitches to my face, an agonizingly painful back but no permanent harm (just muscular), and I suspect a broken finger which was never diagnosed at the time but has since then given occasional twinges. After being patched up at hospital and calling a cabbie to take me home, he at first didn't want to take me, he said I was too frightening a sight. And I still had to confront the Mrs. when I did get home...
November 2005. I'd had a bad day at work and stomped home at lunchtime, knocked back a few glasses of brandy (very unusual for me) then got on the bike to try and work off my anger. I distinctly remembered reaching a T-junction on a quiet country lane, where I had to stop to give way to a passing car (unusual on that quiet road, so I remember it). Then there's a gap in my memory, until I recall coming round wrapped in a blanket on the verge (not at the T-junction - a mile or two from it), with a couple of anxious ladies peering over me. I was, I reckon, out for about 15 minutes with a spell of amnesia for the period preceding that. I don't even remember whether I turned left or right at the T-junction: I might have done either and the memories are hazy. Anyway, the dental bridge which was put in after the 1984 'off' was gone, more cuts and bruises, a broken nose and a painfully wrenched leg (although that recovered). The hospital did a CT scan on me just to 'be sure'.
In neither incident was the bike damaged, beyond the odd scratch. Bikes are tough.