{"id":881,"date":"2007-09-22T11:33:06","date_gmt":"2007-09-22T11:33:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/127.0.0.1\/wordpress179\/?p=881"},"modified":"2007-09-22T11:33:06","modified_gmt":"2007-09-22T11:33:06","slug":"motorbike-carnage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thehippy.net\/blog\/motorbike-carnage\/","title":{"rendered":"Motorbike Carnage"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Riding home Friday at 5am after a big night of ‘leaving drinks’ for Kat, I noticed a Porsche parked with its hazards on. As I rolled along, this moto appeared behind it. The machine was destroyed, squashed to half normal size with the engine sitting next to the frame. I was a bit shocked and swung a u-turn to get another look and maybe snap a picture. While I’m looking at the wreckage a guy walks up along the footpath..<\/p>\n
“There was a guy attached to that” I say, in disbelieving tones.<\/p>\n
“Yes. My son.” states the guy.<\/p>\n
Well, that’s not very awkward is it? I’m assuming the rider was mince meat and I’ve got his Dad walking around what’s left of his bike.<\/p>\n
“Um, is he okay?” I asked, trying to sound hopeful.<\/p>\n
“Yeah, just some scratches”<\/p>\n
“Really?!?! Jeez, he’s so bloody lucky!!”<\/p>\n
I couldn’t believe the guy was okay! I was sure he’d be dead. He must have left the bike before the bike hit the pole and disintegrated.<\/p>\n
“I’m just looking for a trainer.”<\/p>\n
“Well, good to hear he’s okay”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, thanks. Safe ride home”<\/p>\n
His Dad was walking around looking for his son’s shoe!! I couldn’t believe how lucky he was – just some scratches! <\/p>\n
I took the photos Friday night as they still hadn’t shifted the wreck. Another guy was snapping pictures and I told him about meeting the rider’s Dad. He was amazed, as I say.<\/p>\n
Not like the motorbiker we saw flying through the air in front of our house a few weeks ago. He was a bit cut up and looked like he’d broken some bones..<\/p>\n
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Ride safe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Riding home Friday at 5am after a big night of ‘leaving drinks’ for Kat, I noticed a Porsche parked with its hazards on. As I rolled along, this moto appeared behind it. The machine was destroyed, squashed to half normal … Continue reading