Zeeman
Contributor
Well, let's see, I'll start with the pics...
Where do I start? I wa sheade dup to Nelson bay for the ID course weekend, looking forward to lots of fun, learning, drinking and diving, my iPod was blurting out the tunes, the speedo was happily sitting somewhere near the legal limit of 110km/h. Maybe a small touch more. Maybe.
Anyway, I had just merged into the right hand (fast lane) and did a head check for some reason, I am not sure why, maybe I saw something in my peripheral vision, or maybe I just felt like it, but it doesn't matter, I did. When I turned my head back to look ahead, I saw what looke dlike a grey cardboard box - note, that this section of the highway was also grey, it was dusk, so I wasn't quite sure what I was looking at. Anyway, I started to do a mild swerve, thinking I can clip cardboard no problem, but I don't want to swerve into the car int he next lane... Suddenly, it dawns on me - like the fmaous words spoken by sir Alec Guiness in Star Wars "That's not a moon, it's a space station...." Well, my brain said:
That's not a cardboard box, that's a 2 seater couch..." and it was taking up about 3/4 of my lane. Now, bear in mind, this whole process took about 1/4 to 1/2 a second, I swerved very hard, kept the bike in my lane, but I clipped the couch with the right side of the nose cowl, and that pretty much caused the damage you see above. Headlight, nose cone, right side fairing ripped - but I held on to the bike. So, I had not even got to the dive sit eyet, and I'm already down about $2000....
Then...
And this one is a link because it's kind of gross (my hand cut up from an oyster)
http://www.scubaboard.com/gallery/data/500/cuthand.JPG
After a nice div eon saturday morning, checking out lots and lots of cool little critters, and some cool big critters too, I was coming in over the rocks, and I asked Dave:
Dave? Am I likely to step on a tonefish here?" (I wasn't wearing booties or gloves - I'm already too warm without them)
Dave:
"No, but watch out for the oysters"
Me:
"Oh, ok... "
me slipping...
AAAHHH F***********K!!!!
Nice gash on hand...
That pretty much killed off my diving for the weekend, didn't really want to aggrevate it as I still had to ride my broken baby back home (about a 3 hour trip)
Hopefully, you lot had better weekends...
Z...
Where do I start? I wa sheade dup to Nelson bay for the ID course weekend, looking forward to lots of fun, learning, drinking and diving, my iPod was blurting out the tunes, the speedo was happily sitting somewhere near the legal limit of 110km/h. Maybe a small touch more. Maybe.
Anyway, I had just merged into the right hand (fast lane) and did a head check for some reason, I am not sure why, maybe I saw something in my peripheral vision, or maybe I just felt like it, but it doesn't matter, I did. When I turned my head back to look ahead, I saw what looke dlike a grey cardboard box - note, that this section of the highway was also grey, it was dusk, so I wasn't quite sure what I was looking at. Anyway, I started to do a mild swerve, thinking I can clip cardboard no problem, but I don't want to swerve into the car int he next lane... Suddenly, it dawns on me - like the fmaous words spoken by sir Alec Guiness in Star Wars "That's not a moon, it's a space station...." Well, my brain said:
That's not a cardboard box, that's a 2 seater couch..." and it was taking up about 3/4 of my lane. Now, bear in mind, this whole process took about 1/4 to 1/2 a second, I swerved very hard, kept the bike in my lane, but I clipped the couch with the right side of the nose cowl, and that pretty much caused the damage you see above. Headlight, nose cone, right side fairing ripped - but I held on to the bike. So, I had not even got to the dive sit eyet, and I'm already down about $2000....
Then...
And this one is a link because it's kind of gross (my hand cut up from an oyster)
http://www.scubaboard.com/gallery/data/500/cuthand.JPG
After a nice div eon saturday morning, checking out lots and lots of cool little critters, and some cool big critters too, I was coming in over the rocks, and I asked Dave:
Dave? Am I likely to step on a tonefish here?" (I wasn't wearing booties or gloves - I'm already too warm without them)
Dave:
"No, but watch out for the oysters"
Me:
"Oh, ok... "
me slipping...
AAAHHH F***********K!!!!
Nice gash on hand...
That pretty much killed off my diving for the weekend, didn't really want to aggrevate it as I still had to ride my broken baby back home (about a 3 hour trip)
Hopefully, you lot had better weekends...
Z...
Very annoying when you actually want to work...
