I'm just imagining roo bars on a Himalayan
When I was younger I had more bravery than skill, now I have less skill but considerably less bravery.
So far this time I have managed to stay sunny side up - after a 40 year break.
Previously:-
Broken ribs punctured lung - twice
Broken hip,
Shattered both arms - one metal plate was taken out after I bent it pot-holing.
Broken both legs below the knees - at separate times.
Pronounced dead at the scene, combination of very very low blood pressure (couldn't find pulse), being unconscious, and the rider who was originally along side me being trapped under his bike under the HGV that had run a red light. He was in a lot of pain as his handlebars had skewered his thigh, and was awake and screaming. I had landed on the opposite side, first ambulance came to me pronounced me dead and covered my "body". Second ambulance assists first ambulance with my mate, I wake up (hidden by HGV) and stagger across the junction falling unconscious behind a hedge. Hours later both ambulances leave the scene each believing that the other had my body. The police call on my parents telling them that I am dead, giving them my personal belongings, and admitting that they didn't actually know where the body was - but it would turn up.
Some time later (6 or 7 hours?) I wake up, someone has stolen my wallet, helmet and bike !
I walk the 20 miles home with a punctured lung, to be greeted by VERY upset parents, how dare I put them through this.
My "death" was on local radio - they were shocked when I turned up at college a couple of days later.
You can understand why my wife was less than keen on me getting a motorbike.