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Ouch II

Gotta love Mark Webber. It would appear that the man is an accident-magnet, especially when he switches from four wheels to two.

He's revealed that he drove the last 4 races of the season with a fractured shoulder. Uh-huh. Exactly. The sort of thing where you or I would be off work for a month or so and feeling very sorry for ourselves. He apparently did it the day before a race weekend too, but didn't bother to mention it to the team.

Now I know our Aussie cousins are a touch bunch, but Jeez, mate! And how did Mr Webber do this? Well, he hadn't been out mountain biking since his previous accident that saw him start 2009 with metal plates in his leg, courtesy of trying to out-tough a 4x4 (in my experience, something generally thought of as being a definite no-win situation, unless you happen to be in a tank). For once, he came off worst. So he headed out with a mate, who promptly fell off in front of him. Even though his F1 experiences gives his some of the best reflexes on the planet, he managed to ride straight into the guy, and before he could say "Oh crap - here we go again" he was lying on the floor with busted bones again. Oopsie.

Brilliantly, he only decided to reveal this fact post-season in his new book. Christian Horner, speaking through the most gritted set of gnashers ever, said something along the lines of "It would have been nice if he'd told us" and "maybe he should steer clear of bikes". Nice line in understatement, Christian.

Mark reckons it didn't affect his driving in those crucial, championship-deciding races. I'm not going to argue with him - he's clearly one hell of a lot harder than me.

(Just starting on the stereogram tonight: Marillion's "marillion.com". Rockin'!)

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