The Motorbike Accident
Jen and myself went to visit my Dad in the Lake District on the motorbike which is usually no drama and i’ve been over there plenty of times before taking various different routes sometimes in treachorous weather. Last Thursday was different, from the outset something just didn’t feel right. It was as though I wasn’t meant to be on the bike, I felt uncomfortable and in a bit of pain when I was riding. Jen felt the same and when we stopped half way through the journey over there we were both complaining of aches and pains. When we did finally reach my Dads and spent a bit of time with him, we thought about how much of a pain the journey home was going to be and how I longed to have just brought the car over, comfort, music and heat that’s all I really wanted and so did Jen.
We set off, got some petrol and headed upto Carlisle before setting off towards the A19. I was in slow moving traffic on the A6 just going over Warwick Bridge following a truck when all of a sudden there was an almighty screech of brakes and tyres and I had to contemplate a static truck in front of me with no warning. So I attempted to slow the bike down as much as possible but the inevitable was going to happen. My main priority was to keep Jen away from me and the truck so all of my weight went against the handle bars with me pushing my back into Jen.
