August the 9th 1987 at approximately 9pm local time, I was riding my motorbike in the evening sun, enjoying a pleasant cruise to visit some friends of mine for a barbecue. As I approached the junction of Westerham Road with Heathfield Road, this complete FUCKING ARSEHOLE in a Honda JAZZ, coming from the opposite direction, swung straight across from the other side of the road. He didn't indicate. He didn't slow. He didn't position himself before he turned. HE NEVER GAVE ME A FUCKING CHANCE! He ploughed straight through the rear end of my bike and slammed it down on top of me, where I was dragged down the road under it, ending up caught under the front wheel, with the hot front exhaust pipe burning a hole through my leathers and roasting my left arm.
AND WHAT DID THIS LITTLE SHIT GET FOR DAMN NIGH KILLING ME - I'LL TELL YOU
AND THEY CALL THIS FUCKING JUSTICE!!!!
I was pinned under 260kg of bike; a huge, highly visible Kawasaki VN800 Classic Custom (see picture) which the BLIND SHIT had totally ignored.
The GIT didn't even get out of his car to help, but left it all to passers by. He eventually came up by which time I knew that I was seriously injured since my right foot was HANGING OFF and I was in screaming agony!. So what does SHIT FOR BRAINS do? - he goes and sits back in his car. He leaves everything to the drivers from other cars who had seen it all happen and had stopped to help me.
I'm rushed into hospital where they attempt to put my foot back on. Both the tibia and the fibula had been shattered just above the ankle. The tibia had come through the side of my leg with such force that it punched through my leather boot, through my leather jeans and left a dent in the exhaust pipe !!!! and leaving me with a 2 inch by 3 inch hole in the side of my leg.
In the first week in hospital I go into theatre 3 times for them to do more work on me. Eventually I had been into theatre 5 times, been in hospital nearly two months, and been infected with the MRSA wound infection so that I ended up in isolation.
I spent 5 months in plaster, nearly 10 months on (Late May) I am still walking on crutches. I have had a recurrence of the MRSA infection which took 3 months to cure. But everything still isn't rosy because the bones won't heal. I am now awaiting another admission to hospital. This time to have major orthopaedic surgery on my right leg.
How major? - They are going to have to cut around 2 inches off of my tibia and fibula. Rejoin the ends and then attach an external fixator frame around my leg for atleast 12 MONTHS! to try to help the bones to grow and to stretch them as much of the removed 2 inches as is possible.
After that I will probably have to have another period in a plaster cast and then, if I'm really lucky, probably 3 years from the time of the accident, I may be able to walk again. I'll have a permanent limp and probably need a stick, but it'll be walking !!!
AND THE BEST BIT? - THEY CAN'T EVEN GUARANTEE AFTER ALL THIS THAT I WILL EVEN KEEP THE LEG. IT STILL MAY GO WRONG AND HAVE TO BE AMPUTATED!!!!
BEST ODDS ARE ONLY FIFTY FIFTY.
A FIFTY FUCKING POUND FINE!
TWENTY FIVE FUCKING POUNDS COSTS!
AND FOUR FUCKING PENALTY POINTS ON HIS LICENCE!!!
A loss of income having fallen from a �30,000 a year wage to �90 a week state benefit which I've had to struggle and fight for.
Probable loss of my job.
Being alone as the stress split up my relationship and I can't get about because walking is so difficult.
My car has rusted away because it hasn't been driven for nearly 10 months, my 1 year old bike is a total write off, my classic old Suzuki will never again be ridden by me because I'll never be able to get my right leg far enough back to get it on the pegs or kick start it.
Just in case you ever read this site, I've included a few pictures which might just make you realise what a WANKER you really are.
 | This shows the position of the hole in my right boot. This was made by the broken end of my tibia when it come out of the side of my leg. It went through the boot, through my leathers and dented the fucking exhaust pipe!!. | |||
| This is me a few months after the accident. Note the extremely fashionable toe to groin plaster cast!. Try one of them for a few months. You can't bathe, you can't stand up in the shower, you can do FUCK ALL!. |  | |||
 | These are two images of my jolly leg. The one on the left shows a shot of the steel rod they had to leave through my foot to anchor it in the plaster. The one on the right is a jolly shot of the wound a few months after the accident. Pretty isn't it? |  |
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| And here's a shot of the rod that ran through the back of my right foot, holding it together. Oh yes there's about 30% of it missing as they cut it off with bolt croppers to shorten it when I came out of traction. For further interest, it was unscrewed from out of my foot with a hand chuck which took 5 minutes and with no anaesthetic. Laugh - I think not! |
Now you know why I hate this man !!!
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