I remember, many moons ago, my first spill. Was dressed in leather jacket, very short skirt, knee length boots with obligatory white socks tucked over top of em. Coming out of Wakefield in convoy, bike ran into back of the one i was pillioning on and splat. Skated face down for more yards than i care to remember. Very, very badly grazed left knee. Must have taken several layers of skin off. Hobbled into house, trying to avoid mam (who hated me going on the "dangerous things"!) and spent the night crying my head off and trying to keep sheets from sticking to my skinless knee. Till next day i had to confess all. Spent a few months with large bandage, needed changing regularly, and they were brutal in the hospital!! Good lesson to learn but hey, those were the days