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How about yours?
For one thing, not undergoing reconstructive surgery and physiotherapy.
im lucky to still have things, like my skin, and my spine. and not be permanently disfigured. their insurance paid for all the damages and the bike was fully restored. and then i sold it.
Odds are good the next driver we encounter on the road tomorrow will be bad at driving. not odds i'd care to test again on a bike. you have fun, op.
Not sure where Perth is, but it sounds like a nice place to live, where people know how to deal with pesky bikers the right way.
Road, could feel the lines in the avenues. Got new tires. Breaks failed as drove to work had to remember how far lights were to slow to basically stop with my heels. Ran outta gas going down hill had to walk it to the next station. Met a girl in class and asked about her experience she handed be a 24 page report of where she went and how I should learn to ride and never saw her again. Backflipped and slammed as it launched down a hill with me still trying to remember what it feels like to breath....
All true and to much after to care to do it all over again...rather be the Rotor hub of a helicopter then sit there again.