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On the day of my sister in law,s wedding, I took my younger brothers brand new just delivered CB 200 out for a wee shot.
On the way back into the village I lived in, I was in 2 minds whether to carry on past, or turn in. At the last possible moment I decided to turn in, and was going to fast to take the corner, I hit the road with my erse, ripping the jeans clean off me, and inserting loads of gritty stones into my buttocks.
After spending a few hours in the hospital, the nurses removed all the wee stones and bandaged me up. (Hmmm nice)
I went to the wedding reception that night and danced all night.
Reason being, my erse was way to sore and tender to sit down on.
Sorry about that one bro, but it taught me a good leason.Ouch. It’s true that falling off early on in your biking career teaches you some good lessons, albeit the hard way. Sort of did me good (I think) to have a few minor spills, shows you how easy it is to come a cropper.
Bet you still can’t look a nurse in the eye.
Its even more embarrsing when 1 one the nurses is your mate, (whose gay)and the other was my ex,s best friend, but she wanted to see my bum anyway, hope they enjoyed the free feel they both got, but when your in pain and face down all 4 hands felt the same anyway.
Excellent stuff! I have had a few spills myself….
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