I survived: Get back on the bike

Last updated 14:19 02/04/2014

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Miraculous moments, the day I survived

Flying solo at 700ft when the engine cut out Indebted to flatmate who saved my life Headlights, pure terror, then oblivion Kayaker caught on deadly conveyor belt My heartbeat's flatlining but I'm still alive Wallabies made life flash before my eyes A bloody bad tonsil removal I survived four brushes with death Soaking, scared and waiting to die Accepting my own death

Living in Manakau, Levin, and working at Porirua, my mode of transport was my beloved motorcycle.

I rode in all weather. People thought I was crazy but I loved the freedom of the ride.

On January 22 this year, things changed. I was riding home at six that evening and the weather was lovely.

I was approaching an intersection which is controlled by traffic lights, heading north at Waikanae on the Kapiti Coast.

I had the green light and headed through the intersection, when a tourist in a van heading south made a right hand turn in front of me and took me out.

I don't remember anything about the accident or being airlifted by Westpac helicopter to Wellington Hospital.
The first thing I remember is waking up at two o'clock in the morning awaiting surgery.

I had a compound fracture of the right wrist which had plates inserted and a fractured upper left arm which still requires more surgery to insert a metal rod.

I had a broken left knee cap which has already had two surgeries on it and still requires more surgery, and a broken nose and concussion.

Next week I will have my fifth round of surgery which I hope will be my last.

This has had a major impact on my life and the life of my family and now I have a long road to recovery and I still want to get back onto a bike.

I know I did everything right that day and things could have been worse, but I survived.

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