It is something you never want to happen; your best mate getting hurt. I wasn’t there to witness the event but I heard it as soon as it happened.
I heard a loud shout. Panicked, I ran over and there was Tristan, clutching his hand… he had burnt his finger on the exhaust of his motorbike.
This will haunt him for the rest of his life. He will always picture, in slow motion, that time he was spraying his chain when his index finger got too close to the exhaust and gently touched it. Even a touch is too late as pain wracked through his finger. The damage had been done.
Now a blister has formed to remind him to be a bit more careful next time.