that's me running off the track, onto the grass and into the gravel today at Snetterton.
At first I thought the gearbox had siezed but in hindsight it was finding a false neutral dropping from 5th to 4th at the end of the start/finish straight.
With no engine braking, I found myself coming in faster than I thought I could get it around. Two choices - try to make it around the corner anyway and go down on the tarmac, or stand the bike up and try to brake before reaching the gravel. I can't say I made the right choice as my plan didn't work, but the damage was limited to a bent brake lever, a kilo of gravel in the fins and bellypan and some grassy stains at strategic points. Top tip for the future - grass is softer than tarmac!
I was less fortunate than the bike. No broken bones but my ankle is doing a great impression of a balloon. Riding the 40 miles home from Antonye's probably didn't help either.
Said ankle is now elevated and I plan to be waited on hand and foot for the next few days. Can't guarantee to be fit for Cadwell but as much chicken soup as I can drink should help (does that qualify as cannibalism?!).
Piccies will be coming - Focused Events got the whole scene on camera. Unfortunately, the disc is in my bag downstairs and I don't think I can face the stairs for a couple of days....
Who is the designated muppet designer? You'll have to sort it quick as I fully intend to pass on the mantle on Saturday!
cheers, Chi