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  • When I was about 17, I borrowed a mates Grifter to get home. Popped up onto a pavement to avoid a car on a narrow road and someone opened a car door. I swerved to avoid it and glanced off a garden wall. Alas the grips were smaller than my hand and I tore the skin on the knuckle of my little finger and severed the tendon. I can now say with some authority that I never need to see my own bone again. The most painful part was having anesthetic injected into the webbing of my hand and feeling the needle scrape along the bone surface.

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