Scars

[ZRX61]

Couple more:

4mm square scar on forehead from when I was 7. Another kid yelled my name, I turned around & got hit with half a house brick.. Oddly enough right outside his front door as his mum walked out the flat & witnessed it.

1in scar top left of forehead after stopping the propeller on a B25 with my head...

Later that day at Addenbrookes...

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[Mr Moofo]

Couple more:

4mm square scar on forehead from when I was 7. Another kid yelled my name, I turned around & got hit with half a house brick.. Oddly enough right outside his front door as his mum walked out the flat & witnessed it.

1in scar top left of forehead after stopping the propeller on a B25 with my head...

Later that day at Addenbrookes...

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That explains a lot …

[Trinity765]

I've seen my kneecap. It's white. I've a large scar across my left knee following a car crash in Normandy, 1994. I was tottering around after the crash (in somewhat of a dazed state) and someone said "Look at your knee!". I lifted my leg, looked at my knee and said to myself "Do not look at that again" and I didn't.

I've a couple of scars from operations but don't think they count.

[Felix]

I've seen my kneecap. It's white. I've a large scar across my left knee following a car crash in Normandy, 1994. I was tottering around after the crash (in somewhat of a dazed state) and someone said "Look at your knee!". I lifted my leg, looked at my knee and said to myself "Do not look at that again" and I didn't.

I've a couple of scars from operations but don't think they count.

I seen my kneecap and confirm it is indeed white. Probably not as much as yours mine but when i was a kid i was digging a hole bury my budgie. Knelt on glass and ripped my jeans. Then soon after blood. Dropped my breeks for a look and seen the flapping skin and kneecap. Put skin back over the hole and got on with things. It soon stopped bleeding and started to stick shut as the blood was drying. Took an age to heal proper but some 50 years later i am yet to see a doctor. Did the same to a knuckle on shattered glass on a bus stop window.

Got one on my top lip what i think will be there till i die. Taking the front end off my van to swap the engine. One bolt would not budge to put my weight on the socket ratchet and pushed. It gave unexpectantly and i face planted the steel edge. Lucky my lip was there or my face would have copped it

[The Martian]

I've got shit loads of scars from tomfoolery, accidents and operations mostly a result of the first two.

Amusing ones include a knife scar on my leg obtained after someone pulled a knife on me and I thought I could kick it out of their hand like I'm Jackie fucking Chan

[Horse]

Can't compete with a monkey bite.

No notable scars (even my Chiari skull & spine op scar is covered by hair).

And my most fun incident didn't leave a scar. A piano fell on my head. Luckily, only a 'baby', not full, grand.

[Sunny]

I've got a circular scar in the middle of my right shin where it made contact with the metal bar support running around the base of a bus seat.

I was 17 and drunk and the bus stopped unexpectedly just as I'd stood up. I went flying.
The bone underneath has a dent in it

I did have a good one on my elbow from my first bike crash, but it's faded and blurred into the surrounding skin over the years.

[Cousin Jack]

Most of mine have faded now, apart from the assorted dark ones on my knees and shins. No major stuff, just lots and lots of nasty looking cuts and grazes. Can't even remember what caused most of them.

[Noggin]

I don't feel quite so bad now I've read this thread, I'm not the only numpty


I started out headbutting a door post learning to walk - two (i think) stitches in my forehead, can still see them if I peer hard enough !!

Apparently I also took a flight of stairs at a tumble at a similar age - no scars from that one, but when I found out about that it did explain my (previously) unreasonable fear of walking down stairs !!

I don't think I've had actual skin on my knees since the age of about 10 due to being ridiculously competitive with my brother racing cycles down the drive of the farm - there was a 90 degree turn at the end and we competed to leave the biggest tyre skid on the turn; I won more than him but had many more 'grazes' to my knees - to the point that my mother actually bought special honey gauze to get gravel out of grazes Although both knees did take a massive scar each from a bike accident - one looks smiley and one looks grumpy LOL, but thgey don't count !!


I have a knife cut in my left index finger from a blunt knife when I was trying to slice lemons at about 14 - not the best way to learn that sharp knives are the best knives

I honestly can't remember how I got most scars but between all the bent fingers due to random breaks and the various little/big scars, it looks like I used to fight a lot - I didn't, and only one break was from punching something solid, a cellar door, so I didn't punch a very irritating customer!

Luckily only a couple on my face, but they seem to heal and mostly disappear quite fast !!

[millemille]

Oooh, it's the internet version of this...



Where to start?

Scar across the full width of my nose, about 10mm up from the bottom, from a machete attack when I refused a drunk Asian bloke (who turned out to be "someone") entry to a nightclub in Birmingham I was working the door at. 24 stitches to reattach it. That happened in 1993 and put an end to my door work.

Scar under my left eye when I was hit in the face with a baseball bat, which shattered the eye socket, in similar circumstances to above. 1992.

A number of small scars around my left eye from a Stanley knife attack from a bunch of Zulu's who got a flash of my West ham top under my jacket, when I was on the way to West Ham match at Villa Park, and thought I was a Villa fan. Not that I think it would have made any difference if they'd have known it was a West ham top as there was no love lost there either. 1994.

Small puncture wound on my left flank where I was stabbed with a screwdriver by a gang of kids when I was mugged for my mountain bike in FiveWays in Birmingham. Punctured lung as a result. 1996.

A scar across my left index finger 1st knuckle from when I was a Cengar saw (an air powered hack saw) to trim a train interior panel and managed to try and trim my finger at the same time. 1995.

Tip of the same finger is twisted and the nail is deformed from a BSB test session at Brands Hatch when I was working for Enzo DeClimente/Dienza Performance, running Dean Thomas on a Ducati 998, and I managed to trap said finger in the mechanism of the front paddock stand as the bike was got ready to go out. Claret pissing everywhere. Track was closed as an ambulance took me to the medical centre to see Dr Branfoot, BSB's resident doctor (and who later turned out to be a bit of wrong 'un, professionally speaking). Turned out I was his only customer of the day. Broken bits were realigned and a wire put down the bone. That was 2004.

One of my balls is significantly larger than the other because while I was unconscious, having been knocked out in a punch up in a pub in Northern Ireland while in the army, I was drop kicked in the plums and one of my balls was ruptured. That was 1989.

Numerous scars from many, many motorbike crashes.

[ZRX61]

I've got a circular scar in the middle of my right shin where it made contact with the metal bar support running around the base of a bus seat.

I was 17 and drunk and the bus stopped unexpectedly just as I'd stood up. I went flying.
The bone underneath has a dent in it

I did have a good one on my elbow from my first bike crash, but it's faded and blurred into the surrounding skin over the years.

I have a dent in my left shin bone caused by the #1 cylinder intake shim suddenly exiting the engine on a Z1000 & embedding itself in said shin. That stung a bit.

[ZRX61]

50 years of wrenching have left my hands/arms with so many small scars that I looked like I sunbathed under a colander when I tan. I added four more wounds this past week... to add to the two from the week before.

[Count Steer]

Oooh, it's the internet version of this...



Where to start?

Scar across the full width of my nose, about 10mm up from the bottom, from a machete attack when I refused a drunk Asian bloke (who turned out to be "someone") entry to a nightclub in Birmingham I was working the door at. 24 stitches to reattach it. That happened in 1993 and put an end to my door work.

Scar under my left eye when I was hit in the face with a baseball bat, which shattered the eye socket, in similar circumstances to above. 1992.

A number of small scars around my left eye from a Stanley knife attack from a bunch of Zulu's who got a flash of my West ham top under my jacket, when I was on the way to West Ham match at Villa Park, and thought I was a Villa fan. Not that I think it would have made any difference if they'd have known it was a West ham top as there was no love lost there either. 1994.

Small puncture wound on my left flank where I was stabbed with a screwdriver by a gang of kids when I was mugged for my mountain bike in FiveWays in Birmingham. Punctured lung as a result. 1996.

A scar across my left index finger 1st knuckle from when I was a Cengar saw (an air powered hack saw) to trim a train interior panel and managed to try and trim my finger at the same time. 1995.

Tip of the same finger is twisted and the nail is deformed from a BSB test session at Brands Hatch when I was working for Enzo DeClimente/Dienza Performance, running Dean Thomas on a Ducati 998, and I managed to trap said finger in the mechanism of the front paddock stand as the bike was got ready to go out. Claret pissing everywhere. Track was closed as an ambulance took me to the medical centre to see Dr Branfoot, BSB's resident doctor (and who later turned out to be a bit of wrong 'un, professionally speaking). Turned out I was his only customer of the day. Broken bits were realigned and a wire put down the bone. That was 2004.

One of my balls is significantly larger than the other because while I was unconscious, having been knocked out in a punch up in a pub in Northern Ireland while in the army, I was drop kicked in the plums and one of my balls was ruptured. That was 1989.

Numerous scars from many, many motorbike crashes.

Game Over!

You win

[Taipan]

A coupe of good zips on my knees after having them replaced. Another good one on the back of my right hand and a never healing one on my shin.