Hey Jimmie, that reminds me of an amusing incident at Outon Park in 1965. I fell off my DMW 'Hornet' at Cascades, and bounced and rolled for what seemed like an eternity. When I came to rest in some very boggy ground, a young St John's Amublanceman rushed up, removed my helmet, and proceded to straighten my wire framed glasses. He took meticulous care over this task, as I struggled to breathe - having a mouth full of mud and grass. Finally, he placed the specs back on my face, stood back and asked me if I was OK. I think his medical qualifications were probably in the field of optometry!