Overcommitted: Me about to bin the Suzuki and not caring The clue was the ambulance parked alongside the track. I really should know better at my age. Whenever they bring along a special team of paramedics and a fully-kitted ambulance, “just in case, haha” , the alarm bells ought to go off. And right enough, before you had time to say “midlife crisis”, I’d torn something in my left groin, seriously strained my right calf. And been run over. Welcome to the world of motocross.