This entry has the alternative title of “Ouch! Bloody hell!”
I have come off my motorbike a few times. I admit. Though it was years ago and I used to enjoy the odd scramble around old mine works where I lived. Such jaunts encourage one to fall off from time to time and to work on your technique when it happens so you do so gracefully and hopefully don’t break any bones or worse (such as knack the bike up).
I stumbled across this short news segment and video of a biker hitting a trailler in the US and flying through the air. Blood hell! I hope he is okay!
I imagine that really hurt. And it reminds me of why I go through the palaver of putting my proper boots, jackets, gloves, etc, on each time I take the bike out. And it reminds me of why all of us bikers need to take extra caution and always be on the lookout for possible hazards.
And yes, that includes you who screams down the moor road on your R1 at the speed of sound!
Oh – the title – for those old enough to remember or for those who have seen the reruns – is a reference to Mork and Mindy. Nanoo nanoo.