Ho Ho, on the bike at last. The sun was going down at the farm, and the old dusty farm homestead road was the only track there was. Such a bike at such an age of 15 or so, meant a chance to prove what a rider I could be. No more stupid mini-bikes for me. With no thought I took off at flat chat. The road was narrow and once past the first curve in the drive started down a steep grade with corrugations all over, and the sun strong going down over the mountain. I tried the brakes, of course they were bent or something from some prior stack. I ended up in a heap of dust and rocks after squealing all over the dirt.
I must have been knocked out a bit, the bike’s headlight was climbing up through the dust into the sky, the hot heavy engine was stopped, and I was under it all.
I made it back to the homestead in the dark somehow, not with the bike, which wouldn’t start, but somehow I had made it back. I explained how the bike must has slipped from under me. The brake lever was bent or something. Perhaps I bent it.
I got in the shower to get clean, my arm hurt a lot, and my hip as well. Painful it was to wash it all off. The blood and the dirt. The mother of the house took a look and said, you will need a stitch. Lets find the doctor.
We got in the sulky, the only vehicle left and went into town.
The doctor was no where to be seen, it was night, and all were at the opera house for a centenary celebration, not too common in the outback.
He came in to the surgery, and stitched up the arm with black thread. Took a look at the hip and put a few in there as well.
It was late, and outback getting real dark and cold. We piled back into the sulky and took off back to the farm. The arm had got a bit stiff on the drive back but the mother of the house where I was staying seemed a lot happier to have had the doctor take a look and do some repairs.
Of course I was totally humiliated, having to admit that i had fallen off a bike, a 100cc motorbike at that. Bit the dust ! ! and had a scar on the elbow to remind of the event forever. Ahh.. the mental pain was far greater than the actual.
100cc of blood lost – of petrol used – or power given – or forgiven – in the outback – a night to remember for the town’s 100th birthday – and my elbow is still bent, just like the brake !