Stepped-Off
This is a true story about Steve Pape. Five
years ago he was admitted to the Intensive Care
Unit at Ninewells Hospital in Dundee, Scotland,
following a serious motorbike accident. He spent
approximately 4 weeks in a coma and a further
two years recovering from his injuries. The
following is a short extract of the book he
has written in memory of his trip.
My story has taken me over a year to write
but it was something that both Carol and I felt
needed to be done. Biking was such a big part
of my life. I had such great expectations of
the biking holiday in Scotland and I still don't
have any regrets about going. Unfortunately,
the holiday didn't end quite as I would have
wanted, as I crashed my motorbike and spent
the next several weeks in hospital. It was all
very touch and go as to whether I would live
or die, but I survived and I'm still here to
tell the tale.
Carol often said that she would have benefitted
from reading a book like this whilst I was so
ill in hospital to give her an idea of what
to expect, if and when I recovered. Obviously,
everyone is different and not all brain injuries
will result in the problems I had. Not everyone
will deal with them as we have dealt with them.
But this is our story.
Carol and I were married on the 10th of February
2000 at the Marriott Courtyard Hotel in Tong
Village, Leeds. It was a fantastic day. Carol
looked amazing and I felt great and everyone
had a good time. Both Carol and I couldn?t have
asked for anything better. Luckily, the whole
day went without a hitch and the next day we
went on our honeymoon. It was a two-trip affair,
with a weekend in London, then the rest of the
week touring around Scotland in a Land Rover
Discovery that my parents had hired for us as
a wedding gift. It was on our honeymoon that
both Carol and I found our love for the Scottish
Highlands and the wildlife. (Now we always try
to go up to Scotland at least once a year, usually
in the winter, as the wildlife is easier to
see).
Before we got married, we were both active
people. My full-time job was working at a small
digital reprographic house. I had worked there
for three and a half years. I started working
at this company as a normal guy on the bench,
but over the next three years I worked up to
the position of studio manager, a position I
greatly enjoyed.
Carol worked as a practice nurse at our local
G.P. practice. At weekends, she also worked
nights at St. James Hospital, Leeds, whilst
I worked as a doorman at a busy nightclub in
Bradford. With most of our spare time taken
up with work, what little spare time we did
have was spent doing something together. Both
of us had a passion for motorbiking, either
watching the British Superbike Championship
whenever possible, or sailing across to the
Isle of Man for a week to watch the annual TT
racing.
Ever since 1995, when I got back into biking
after a few years break, I had always wanted
a Honda Fireblade. At first, the cost of buying
one was too high and the insurance for me was
unaffordable, so I settled for something smaller
and cheaper. I bought myself an eight-year-old
600cc sports motorbike, which was a good starting
point to get me reintroduced to biking after
a break of four years. I kept the 600cc Kawasaki
for a couple of years and then moved up to an
1100cc sports tourer; the Suzuki GSXR 1100cc.
This motorbike wasn?t as easy to ride but it
gave me lots of experience in riding a big bike
and provided me with lots of fun.
In September 1998, I felt like all my birthdays
had come at once. I was finally in a position
to buy my dream: a Honda Fireblade CBR900RR.
For the first couple of months I rode very carefully
because I knew that this beast needed to be
treated with lots of respect. The following
weeks were very interesting, learning how the
Fireblade handled. I knew the bike could cope
with anything that I could throw at it, so it
was up to me to find out just how far I could
push myself.
Now that my dream of owning a Fireblade was
a reality, my ambition of going on a biking
holiday was my next goal. I was reading a magazine
article about a group of bikers who went to
France for a biking holiday. It looked fantastic
and some of the stories told sounded unreal
and I wanted some of it. In my usual way I started
pestering Carol about going on a bike trip to
France but she was having none of it. Luckily
for me, Carol knew Graham, who was a biker.
Carol was talking to him one day when he mentioned
that every year he and a large group of bikers
travelled up to Lochearnhead in Scotland for
a couple of days. Well, when Carol told me this
I was over the moon. As the trip would be four
months after our wedding, I managed to persuade
Carol to let me go. I couldn't wait.
The night before I was due to set off, Carol
and I sat down at the computer and made a couple
of contact cards with next of kin and other
emergency phone numbers on it. I later gave
one of these cards to Graham, who made a comment,
You won't need these, or something to that effect.
Little did we know.
On the morning of the 12th, I was filled with
excitement. My bike was ready, I was ready.
The Fireblade had just been serviced and dyno-jetted
and, with a new exhaust and a new rear tyre,
this bike was prepared for speed! With a double-bubble
windscreen for comfort and a speed camera radar
detector for peace of mind, my Honda Fireblade
CBR900RR and I were ready to go.
I had a short ride from Pudsey to Rawdon, where
I met my two new mates, Graham, who rode a Honda
Blackbird, and Tony, who was a friend of Graham's
and rode a Suzuki Hayabusa. From Rawdon, it
was on to Pool to meet up with the rest of the
bikers that were to join us on the trip up to
Lochearnhead in Scotland. There were about thirty
bikes, so we couldn't all ride in one large
group. For safety (and so we didn't get lost)
we rode in single file; the person behind the
lead bike (the trip organiser) stopping at any
roundabouts or road junctions to point the way
for the following riders. When the last bike
had passed, he would then join the back of the
line. This way, everyone took turns in directing
the following riders.
Unfortunately, you will have to buy the book
to read the full story, there is also a website,
www.steppedoff.co.uk.
If you have written an article or have a story
to tell and would like it to be published, please
contact us; webmaster@motorbike-search-engine.co.uk
|