Monday started out well, if a little damp. A mate and I headed up to a Silverstone trackday early, where we enjoyed some good dry roads in little traffic. We got to the track nice and early, by which time the sun was covering the circuit. Looked like a great day was ahead of us.
It was all going so well and three sessions came and went without incident. The bike was going well and I was getting back into it. Sadly, it all came to a thumping end on the super fast left Farm turn, when I lost the front flat out in forth. This was the result.
After spending an hour in the medical centre, with a great medical team, I hobbled back into the paddock, all taped up and already feeling very sore which is where I started making some phonecalls. So here where we stood. Im stuck at Silverstone, with an unrideable bike. The AA wanted £350 to come and get it, SOS Motorcycle recovery wanted £240 and I had to wait three hours and my insurance company apologised, but said they couldn't help at all. The great team at Silverstone agreed to hold my bike until I could come and get it, but that left me, with the problem of how to get home. One plan was to get a cab to the station, which I was very against as I only had my leathers on. I could go pillion on the back of Bens '08 Fireblade, which sounded exceedingly dangerous. My folks were hours away or I could get a hotel. Thankfully Sarah came all the way down from Birmingham and I ended up spending an impromptu night with her. Every cloud.
By morning, it was a struggle to walk so I had to spend the morning in her house keeping her cat company. Once she got back from work, she gave me lift to Birmingham New Street where I got a train home. This time I was wearing jeans and proper shoes, so it was a slightly better prospect. I arrived home just after 18:30 injured and shattered and my bike is ninety miles North of me.
As I was already due to head North on Saturday to collect my '02 FireBlade, I'm going to tie it all together, rent a van and go and get both bikes in one hit. Having the 'Blade at home, will give me time to fix the 1098s. I've got six weeks before I'm going to Italy and I dont want to ride the Honda.
So there you have it. A rubbish few days, but this is the photo with which I will remember the day for. I just like it. If I only knew what was just around the corner.