embarrassing injuries
A few weeks after my 16th birthday I jad saved enough money from washing pots to buy myself a little motorbike. Being an Evel Kenevel wannabee I spent some time seeking out a 50cc bike that had had its' engine replaced with that of an 80cc engine.

I had to bring it home on my big brother's trailer as I hadn't insured it yet. However, by about midnight the excitment (and the spliffs, alcohol and valium) got too much and I decided to take it out for a test drive.

The electricxs were dodgy and the headlights didn't work, but I decided the unlit country roads would be less likely to contain cops.

I had heard about a nightdriving technique which involves watching the tops of hedgerows (the sky is always marinally lighter) to guide yourself along. It's a shit technique.

I rode straight into a horizontal metal bar that hit me in the chest while my bike continued into the field.

I got home and went to bed rather sheepishly. The next morning I woke up to find myself in a lot of pain and my bed clothes stuck to me with a lot of dried blood. Two metal spikes on the bar had pierced my neck. I had also fractured my sternum (the bone that holds your rib cage together) and dislocated my spine.

My misery didn't end there however.

A week later I was waiting for a bus (while my bike was being repaied). I yawned and stretched and my rib cage broke in two with a loud crack. I hit the floor like a sack of spuds.

I moaned "get me an ambulance" to the old lady also waitin for a bus. She called the police instead. Suspiciois bitch
(globalloon, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 14:42, Reply)