Monday, Jan 06, 2003 at 01:00
I understand your worries. All the boys in this area HAD TO HAVE MOTORBIKES! So my son as soon as he could got into it. He has had a fantastic time over the years and covered bush I've not even gone near. It kept him fit and gave him purpose when the teenage 'blues' hit. He started out a chubby
young fella at 14 yrs and ended up
well built and fit a year or so into riding. He had a few spills and troubles, but the most horrible time was when he met a ford station wagon in the bush.
It was a drizzly day. I had arrived
home from work and was cutting some firewood. Son appeared and told me that someone was bogged down the bush. I took the old troopie out and winched them out of the bog. It was a
young couple with a small baby. They had been collecting firewood, and had driven off the track. They had a trailer, still empty.
I left them to it. Son rode off towards
home and they set off. They lived on the top of the
hill nearby. Not long after I returned
home, the bloke came running across my paddock. "Sorry, Sorry, I've hit your son!" Me: "Where is he? How is he?" Him: "I dunno."
I jumped into the Troopie. It took everything I had to hold back as I screamed through the little tracks. The 350 chev. could have put me in just as much trouble. The bloke beside me was half wacked. I think he was a bit of a pot-head. He couldn't get breath, he had been running so much.
I arrived at the scene to find the bike [TT250] thrown off the track and crumpled. The front of the old ford was smashed in. Drag marks across the roof of the wagon and a bent bar at the front of the trailer. Past this was my son lying on the ground with the wife sitting beside him in the rain.
As I got closer, son said "sorry dad". I was a bit of a mess by then, but thankfull he was alive. We made sure he didn't move. As it happens my wife is a ambo paramedic. I called her on her way
home after calling an ambulance. He was carted off on a spinal board and spent the night in hospital.
Luckily he had jumped at the last moment, throwing himself across the roof. He ended up with a bruise on each leg where he had come down on the trailer, then spun veritically. He landed like Mr Bean does, flat and face first. He smashed the visor on his helmet and lost a boot as his body flung. We found it the following year about 100 metres away!
The driver was unlicenced. No-one wore seatbelts, with the small baby being held in her arms. They didn't complain when I said "I tow the wreck
home for you, and then we're square."
My point? Son wore protective clothing, and in particular the helmet. He also had had lots of practice and had the body awareness to save himself.
He totally rebuilt the bike. I was proud..... but still worried. Ahhhh..... He sold it soon after.... great!
Since then he has tricked up a shorty and goes 4WD in the worst way. He takes it
places where you can barely walk. The 35s and lift, means he can walk over anything. I bought him a roll frame and 3 point harnesses.... still worried. Touch wood, no big problems. [He he....... he siezed it yesterday..... damn talking about a V8 conversion now].
His new bike is a new Yamaha 450 enduro bike. At least he got the works in respect to protective gear.
Hmmmm sorry you got me going there. Cheers Royce
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