Since my parents don't know the whole truth about my accident I just needed to share it with someone...
It was last Septmeber. When I think about it now, I can't understand why I had such a great desire to go on that trip. I even had a quarrel with my parents because they didn't want to let me go. Eventually, I left the house and set out in the rain. It was really cold and the rain was pouring down quite heavily. I was wearing thin gloves without fingers and after the first 100 km I couldn't feel my hands. When I passed about 300 km, my clothes soaked up and began to leak. Awful. And the worst part of the journey was still in front of me. I stopped for a hot tea and then entered the treacherous mountain pass. The road was narrow and the rain made the field of vision smaller. I was getting used to it until a thick fog came down. That crushed my spirit. I was driving slow, full concentrated but I couldn't see anything. The last thing I remember is someone's headlights.
My friends were driving in front of me with a car. Some weeks later, when I asked how did it all happen, they told me that the rear tyre slipped and the bike got a little bit in the opposite traffic. As I said, it was a narrow road and exactly in this moment, there was a car there. It was a frontal hit. As they explained me later, after the crash I had a little flight with the bike, then we broke the crash barrier. In this moment somewhere I let the bike go and flew between some woods. My friends found me there, with the bike on my back. They removed it and woke me up. I didn't know where I was and what was happening. Next thing I remember was the ambulance and the funny doctor there. I guess that was the time when I regained consciousness. Anyway, when I got to the hospital, the doctors couldn't believe that I got off so lightly from such a crash and put me one more time on their medical examinations. I was really lucky, I suppose.
Few weeks later, when I saw the bike... Don't ask. I wanted to burst in tears. But eventually all got alright.
I don't have a picture of the bike, crushed, but I'll show you one before the accident and another in the day I fixed it. Alsо pics of myself, 2 weeks after I got home.
