Well, it has finally happened – after 14 years riding motorcycles I have a leg in plaster. And I didn’t even crash….Saturday was a fabulous sunny day clearly granted by God to be used for the playing on motorcycles. So I squeezed myself into the van which had been pre-loaded with off-road bikes by Mel and Paul, with a view to spending some of the afternoon playing on China Girl and the rest of the time taking photos to justify my place. Plan B had been to take Ruby and find out how she goes on dirt, but it was a bit too hot to get geared up – which proved to be a good decision.
This was only my third trip to the off-road training ground, and I am a slow learner. I remembered that, to get over a hump, it was important to roll on the throttle at the crest. I didn’t remember that that the goal was to cruise effortlessly over the top, not to fly.
“She’s going a bit quick” said Mel to Paul, just before I appeared over the horizon with both wheels off the ground.
The flying part was fun. Sadly I have no photos to show you – despite what you may be led to believe by the purple gear, that’s not me up there. The landing part was good too, as we stayed upright and managed a creditable level of control. However, China Girl is not blessed with the kind of suspension which can cope with hefty amounts of Highwaylass landing from on high and something had to give. My right ankle.
6 hours in A&E later I have a comedy white plastercast on my right foot and a pair of extra-long crutches. On the positive side, hurpling around is doing wonders for my bingo wings. All I need now is a well-trained parrot.
* I did get some cracking pics though – check out Flickr for some photos of people who actually know what they are doing on the dirt.