The wife managed to bin it on a corner today. Knocked herself out and then didn't have a clue what day of the week it was, where she was or even a frame of reference for what time of year it was. Really scary stuff trying to deal with it. Kept asking me the same questions then getting distressed as she didn't have a clue where she was or how she'd got there. Told her at least ten times it was Saturday then she'd forget again and start asking the same questions.
Fair few people just rode past and left me to it but two separate people stopped and helped out.
If you were one of those two, thank you very much. Please post up if you were one of the two....
One of you was on an on one ti 456 with blue anodised parts.. and the other fella I don't recall what you were riding but you phoned up and sorted out the lift for us.
Anyway I owe you both beer!
She's alright now, got a massive fat lip, a knee the size of Russia and a 20 minute period of no memory at all...but fingers crossed no lasting damage.
Oh and in case there was a similar incident at another point, she was the lass with the xs light blue Cotic Bfe