| Patience, patience....
A Group 4 armoured transit van pulled out in front of my 650 Kwack nearly 25 years ago. Fortunately I managed to swerve so that I hit it in the front wheel rather than smack straight into the side of an armoured vehicle. One triple summersault, with pike, over the bonnet later saw me land on the other side of the road, neatly roll out of the path of an oncoming truck then count my injuries. Concussion, severely bruised legs as they'd smacked the handlebars, a couple of broken ribs and a pair of fractured scaphoids.
The scaphoid is a tiny little bone that is a bugger to heal. My left one was in plaster for 2 months, my right one for 3 months. I went for a check-up on my right wrist the day before my wedding and they wanted me to get plastered up for another month - so I let them do it, then sawed the pot off with a bread knife when I got home, 'cos I wasn't going to be in plaster for my wedding.
Never went back and just left it to mend by chance - reckoning that 3 months was long enough for any bone. It still gives me jip today, especially in cold weather and when I've been Karate training - fortunately wrist heavy riding positions don't seem to be a problem, but when it's giving me grief it still feels like it would if I'd sprained it a couple of days ago.
Let it mend proper  |