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Rear Window

Rear Window Rear Window is a 1954 film directed by Alfred Hitchcock and starring James Stewart and Grace Kelly. This fictional story is inspired by some of the characters and events of the film. It is in no way connected to the film and any resemblance is purely coincidental. For a while I wished I could go back and start that day again. It had all begun so well. The forecast was for a beautiful summer’s day; clear blue skies and wall to wall sunshine. I hadn't taken the Norton out for a long time and this seemed the perfect opportunity. I pulled on my leathers feeling them a little tighter than the last time I wore them. It reminded me that I also needed to get back to the gym. I had been working away for the past six months and had been so busy that I had let my training regime go. I adjusted my helmet and wheeled the bike out of the garage. It had been serviced by my regular mechanic just before I went away so I hoped that it would fire up. Yes, that's good, I thought, as the familiar roar came from the engine. I didn't have any real plan as to where I was going. I had always enjoyed just getting on the bike and letting a journey unfold in front of me. Free styling it like that had taken me to some wonderful places I would never have thought of otherwise. So, I slowly rode through South London and onto the motorway just to open her up a bit. I wouldn't stay on the motorway for long as it's just so boring riding such a magnificent bike in a straight line. Give me England’s ...

... winding A or even B roads any day of the week. I was planning to take a month off after this last contract so the ride today would be the beginning of my holiday. I turned off soon enough onto a two lane A road and just let the machine do its thing. It was a perfectly balanced and powerful b**st and I think I'm a good rider when I'm in the groove. Bike and man were at one with each other that day, until ‘it’ happened. ‘It’ happened when I had just come round a blind corner and found a small Ford overtaking a lorry coming straight at me. The last thing I remembered was the terrified look on the faces of the young lads in the Ford. I woke up in hospital the next day with a broken collarbone, two broken ribs, a compound fracture of the right leg and a badly ruptured Achilles. I couldn't remember what had happened but they told me I was very lucky. I lost control of the bike as I tried to avoid the car and slid off the road into a thicket of bushes. The Ford and the lorry didn't stop. Thankfully, a motorist following me did stop, called 999 and the air ambulance got there pretty quickly. It could have been much worse. Still, it was bad enough. I was going to be laid up for a while. I had just moved into a newly converted flat up on the top floor of an old four storey Victorian building in London. It had been an old workhouse with buildings built surrounding a central courtyard. It was a perfect flat for my bachelor lifestyle; two double bedrooms, new kitchen, big lounge and a wet ...