Johnny
26-09-2007, 08:50 PM
Bare me with me, this may be a long post, combined with a little venting of some steam :o
Woke up, 5.45am. Had my coffee, no time for breakfast. Got ready for work.
Bike warming up, shuffling through mp3 to get to favourite songs for the ride into to work. Find them and away I go, peak hr traffic, bumper to bumper, no drama's, Im on a bike :)
10 minutes away, mp3 player dies, so have to pull over, to remove earplugs, no point letting them burn my ear without spitting out any tunes :p . Thats not all that bad, yes it does get worse :( .
Playing with a fully sick commodore, he was flying along, me using him as a radar detector, staying close behind yet taking advantage of it :) . I must admit I took him for knob,but I was mistaken, he turned out to be a top bloke, read on.
So now Im stopped on the intersection of Cumberland and Great Western Hwy's, heading south. Im stopped right at the front, in middle lane, the guy in the commodore stopped behind me as right lane had someone in it . Crappy blue Magna pulls up beside me in left lane. Lights change green, we take off as normal. Still in first gear, blue magna drifts lanes, no indicator nothing, fuckwit didnt even know he changed lanes !, yes Im there, he smashes into my right leg, leg squashed between car and footpeg, something has to give way, either I lose my foot, or I drop her. So buger that I wasnt going to drop her. But, I was wearing steel capped work boots, absolutely no feeling of levers or pegs.
Moron in magna still wants my lane and doesnt swerve off, Im locked between, leg getting further squashed, Well something has to give surely, either this moron backs off, or I go down like a crumpet, nope neither, the pressure on my leg snapped left hand side riders footpeg bracket, and down went leg, freed from car, now able to communicate with fuckwit in magna and pull him up.
He comes out of car yelling at me what am I doing, OK enough I'm ready to kill this bloke now, was already seeing red, but this put the icing on the cake. Now the copmmodore driver, who was behind me, saw the whole thing, jumps out of car, runs over and tells the man in better words than I what sought of a fuckwit he is, that he clearly changed lanes into me without any reason, and across a major intersection at that. Fuckwit in car still saying no he didnt, so commodore driver points to him where he was, in left lane, and now is in middle lane, explain that fuckwit he saids :lmao: Gives me name and ph number and tells me he will gladly be a witness if need be as no room for morons like this on the rd, pointing practisally taking out blokes eye, literally in his face, but then has to go as now late for work.
Driver and I move to side of rd, exchange details, I demand he fix my bike, he agrees.
All in all left hand side riders footpeg/gearlever bracket snapped off, never dropped bike or any other damage.
It doesnt end there :lmao:
Im now late for work, bike has no footpeg, stuck in first gear so have no choice but to ride in to work anyway ( as much as didnt want to). So make a police report and given a incident number from work.
I work with metal, polishing fabrication spraying so made up a bracket at work to get me through, ten times stronger than the cheese SHIT suzuki one is made from !
But, will get the original one and make the bastard pay for it, havent had time to source one or even to get a price. Pm heading Fullhouses way I think :)
Yes, I also hurt myself at work, one of the workers left a grinder with 180 grit paper on on, but only pulled lead out of power point, I plug lead in grinder goes woosh, luckily with only sandpaper not grinding wheel, across stomach OUCH :lmao: still worked all day after that, naturally cursing swearing carring on :p
So I not only need a left hand side riders footpeg bracket for a K6 gsxr 1000, but a new job, I hate the place now :cursing:
Woke up, 5.45am. Had my coffee, no time for breakfast. Got ready for work.
Bike warming up, shuffling through mp3 to get to favourite songs for the ride into to work. Find them and away I go, peak hr traffic, bumper to bumper, no drama's, Im on a bike :)
10 minutes away, mp3 player dies, so have to pull over, to remove earplugs, no point letting them burn my ear without spitting out any tunes :p . Thats not all that bad, yes it does get worse :( .
Playing with a fully sick commodore, he was flying along, me using him as a radar detector, staying close behind yet taking advantage of it :) . I must admit I took him for knob,but I was mistaken, he turned out to be a top bloke, read on.
So now Im stopped on the intersection of Cumberland and Great Western Hwy's, heading south. Im stopped right at the front, in middle lane, the guy in the commodore stopped behind me as right lane had someone in it . Crappy blue Magna pulls up beside me in left lane. Lights change green, we take off as normal. Still in first gear, blue magna drifts lanes, no indicator nothing, fuckwit didnt even know he changed lanes !, yes Im there, he smashes into my right leg, leg squashed between car and footpeg, something has to give way, either I lose my foot, or I drop her. So buger that I wasnt going to drop her. But, I was wearing steel capped work boots, absolutely no feeling of levers or pegs.
Moron in magna still wants my lane and doesnt swerve off, Im locked between, leg getting further squashed, Well something has to give surely, either this moron backs off, or I go down like a crumpet, nope neither, the pressure on my leg snapped left hand side riders footpeg bracket, and down went leg, freed from car, now able to communicate with fuckwit in magna and pull him up.
He comes out of car yelling at me what am I doing, OK enough I'm ready to kill this bloke now, was already seeing red, but this put the icing on the cake. Now the copmmodore driver, who was behind me, saw the whole thing, jumps out of car, runs over and tells the man in better words than I what sought of a fuckwit he is, that he clearly changed lanes into me without any reason, and across a major intersection at that. Fuckwit in car still saying no he didnt, so commodore driver points to him where he was, in left lane, and now is in middle lane, explain that fuckwit he saids :lmao: Gives me name and ph number and tells me he will gladly be a witness if need be as no room for morons like this on the rd, pointing practisally taking out blokes eye, literally in his face, but then has to go as now late for work.
Driver and I move to side of rd, exchange details, I demand he fix my bike, he agrees.
All in all left hand side riders footpeg/gearlever bracket snapped off, never dropped bike or any other damage.
It doesnt end there :lmao:
Im now late for work, bike has no footpeg, stuck in first gear so have no choice but to ride in to work anyway ( as much as didnt want to). So make a police report and given a incident number from work.
I work with metal, polishing fabrication spraying so made up a bracket at work to get me through, ten times stronger than the cheese SHIT suzuki one is made from !
But, will get the original one and make the bastard pay for it, havent had time to source one or even to get a price. Pm heading Fullhouses way I think :)
Yes, I also hurt myself at work, one of the workers left a grinder with 180 grit paper on on, but only pulled lead out of power point, I plug lead in grinder goes woosh, luckily with only sandpaper not grinding wheel, across stomach OUCH :lmao: still worked all day after that, naturally cursing swearing carring on :p
So I not only need a left hand side riders footpeg bracket for a K6 gsxr 1000, but a new job, I hate the place now :cursing: