JAG wrote:Come on scooter join in there must have been 1 occasion
Hadn't posted as nothing came to mind that fitted your criteria. Most of my accidents emanted from when I was young and drink related, either myself or others.
That said I recall going to work at Longleat Restaurant in the early 70s on my Lambretta. I knew/know nothing about engines. In those days it was common to take off your side panels and we never wore helmets. The scooter was misfiring, I was going down hill at the time, and tried to tighten up my spark plug with my hand. You can guess the rest.
The separate stories that don't meet your criteria involved:
1. Skidding on ice and driving straight into Longleat gates in the 70s for which I received a bill for £1600 for straightening the gates and re gold leaving their spiky tops. I was in a left hand drive Ford Anglia 105E that I had borrowed from a mate. It had CH plates on it. My girlfriend went through the windscreen and I broke my sternum on the steering wheel. I ended up in the RUH at Bath for a week.
2. As a passenger with a drunken mate leaving the road flying through the air and landing in a ploughed up field 6 feet below road level. We had a devil of a job finding a way out of the field but managed to do so. We continued on our way to watch Bristol City versus Arsenal in the days when City were in the old 1st Division. We arrived at The Robins pub at Ashton Gate for refuelling, trailing branches and with bits of hedge sticking out from all parts of the car. I can't remember the score so it can't have been a great match.
3. As a passenger coming back from a friends 21st and driving into the first parked car we came to on the outskirts of my home town. Being in the back of a minivan (no seat belts) I came away with a broken elbow which was swinging 360 degrees. My mate's girlfriend stopped a passerby who was worse for wear and wearing a tie. She acquired his tie and managed to make a sling for me prior to being rushed by ambulance to the Royal United Hospital in Bath. This was 6 months after 1 and I ended up in the same hospital bed.
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PS @ JAG now pop over and post a picture of your worst watch
PPS My name's not Woody/Woody's children. The stories are true and I'm not proud of them.