I reluctantly admit that I too am a victim of the chain monster. I was loading my Maico 440 into the back of my mates ute at Condo and I somehow got my left index finger caught between the chain and rear sprocket, losing the top half inch of the finger. They patched me up in Condo hospital and I got
back to the piss up at the bowling club in time for Bill Browns annual Roy Orbison set with the house band.
The
best worst I ever saw was at the Ravenswood Nats in '92. Legendary eccentric Bob Voumard was loading his CZ onto the trailer and he asked a passing punter to give him a hand. Unbeknown to Bob the bloke picked the bike up by the rear sprocket and when Bob rolled the bike forward onto the trailer the poor buggers finger got the chop at the knuckle. The guy was jumping, and screaming which drew a bit of a crowd to see what was wrong and luckily somebody grabbed the digit off Bobs trailer before he took off in a cloud of dust, seemingly oblivious to the unfolding drama. Bob later explained his speedy exit later by announcing that all was under control and he didn't think he was needed
. but those who knew Bob understood that he had good reason for his hasty departure and it had nothing to do with the finger incident and more to do with him not wanting to draw attention the passenger in his car*.
I often wonder if they ever sewed the blokes finger back on?
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I'll save the rest of this yarn for CD8 Bob Voumard campfire stories...there are some doozies!