when i was about 3 or 4 on my first trip to the beach, we stopped i got out the car and ran for the water, immediately got knocked down and dragged out, got washed onto some rocks in about 5 feet of water and luckily mnaged to hang on til my dad come for me. my parents went nuts and i didnt go in the sea for years!

about 6 years ago doing well into triple figures riding pillion on a triumph daytona along an A road between stoke on trent and buxton we hit two bumps in the road and my feet we dislodged from footpegs, as i was holding onto the handle behind me, i fell backwards, my feet were level with my stepdads head when he realised what was going on and threw the brakes on almost putting us both over the handle bars. i wouldve died if it wernt for his quick reactions.

a couple of years ago, on my brother bike, he was looking over to his mate to his left as we approached a left hand bend at around 60, we went over the white line and he didnt realise what was happening until the wheels were about 6" paralell to the curb. flung to bike down into the bend hard and we were lucky enough not to bin it. the other side of the curb was a 3 foot drop peppered with rocks.

then on hallowee, again on my brothers bike, pulling out of a carpark the bikes rear tyre all of a sudden locked up. after a quick look it was obvious three of the 4 bolts holding the rear sprocket to the whel had sheared off, 2 were missing and the 3rd had worked its way out and jamed itself between the wheel and swing arm. had one of the three bolts done that moments before or after when we were doing god know what speed, we wouldve been off the bike and were wearing nothing but open faced helmets and lycra halloween costumes.


oh and i nearly punch some gangster in the face on the doors who im told wouldve come and shot me luckily a doorman who knows him was there and pulled me away

there are others to but i cba to type em out as theyre not that exciting.


think i ned to stay away from motorbikes though