Damage
On the 13th June 1999 my world turned upside down - not that I knew anything about it until the 22nd.
Biking had become a passion for me, although I'd only been riding a few years, the bug had bitten me big style. My first Bike was a green Kawazaki KMX125 (with L plates) and it was a scream, I always planned on getting another one for 'playing' around on.. After I passed my Direct access test, I picked up a bargain CBR600 FL/FK, (the last of the jelly moulds) from a shop in Pontefract "bought as seen" after it had literally been in the window for 8 weeks I bought it for £2000 and traded it in a year later for £1800. What did I trade it in for? The most georgeous bike of the day - the Kawasaki ZX-6R G1 (green of course)
I rode that beautiful beast for 5000 miles on free insurance for 11 and a half months, I never got to renew that policy
I dont know what happened - I remember none of it, thankfully. I have pictures built up in my head, I have stories that I'd rather people hand't told me and I have the scars that will remind of something that I don't remember for the rest of my life
When I woke up in intensive care inSt James' hospital Leeds, I'd already been transferred from Hull Royal Infirmary, I had no idea of where I was or how i got there, all I knew was that I was in bed, and for some starnge reason, hadn't woken up between having two night mares, in both of which i was being held down with people looking over me. Strange how our minds can protect us.
Enough of the surreal stuff: I'd been hit by an old man coming round a bend in the opposite direction down a country lane, It wasn't my fault, plenty of witnesses told me that, but it matters little: he got fined £50 quid i think - he's probably still driving. I got every bone on the right hand side of my body broken, and 5 Brachial Plexus nerves avulsed from the spine.
Mr Smith put my leg and hip back together, Mr Kay rewired what was left of the nerves in my arm. That was 4 Years ago. Now, my shattered hip stops me walking very far at all, and my paralysed arm just makes life more awkward. I am getting on with my life and it is hard sometimes. I have the support of my family and freinds, some of which think I try to hard for my own good.
The rest of this site says a little more about my experiences, both good and bad since that day. If you are someone, or know someone who is dealing with this and would like to get in touch,