Yep it was indeed a motorbike crash.
The crash damaged my brachial plexus and ripped out one of the nerves from the spinal cord.
Oddly enough apart from the paralysed arm hanging limp, the only visual damage after the crash was some bruising around my shoulder, not a scratch or mark anywhere else, mainly because the impact speed wasn't that high (the throttle stuck on the bike after i departed, crabbed it's self into the opposite lane and hit a truck) plus i was wearing a decent helmet, jacket, gloves boots etc.
The scars are from the op i had a few months after.
They removed nerves from both my calf muscles to effectively jumper out the damage nerves.
As they didn't have enough from my legs they also took some from the paralysed forearm as well.
As part of the procedure they had to cut through my collar bone and then plate it, i still have he plate on my keyring
Surgeon was absolutely knackered as it was a 14 hour op, but he still hung around to see me come round.
A few weeks after the op MotoGP was at Donington so obviously i had to go, the staples were still in but because it was bloody hot those days i wore shorts and took me tee-shirt off.
Walking around a little kid of around 4 looked at me, looked at my legs, looked at my arm, looked me in the eye and ran off screaming
With regards to female attention, i'm very lucky to have a fantastic Mrs so not really interested, but from my experiences some women really really hate scars, others don't mind the at all and some of the gals at work kinda dig the scars.
It tends to be the ones with pink phones and too much makeup that don't like scars, not exactly my type of women anyway to be honest.
