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Discussion in 'Face Plant' started by Colorado Ron, Aug 21, 2012.
what happened ? I live in SF I'd like to learn from the crash
I lost traction. It was a rainy day, and I assumed the puddle I rode through was water. Had I thought about it, I probably would have wondered why there was a puddle UNDER an over pass... whatever it was, it was slick as snot and I went down faster than a blink.
Thread is here: http://advrider.com/index.php?threa...broken-leg-and-a-freaked-out-partner.1109299/
this is the 3rd thread I read about people crashing in california because of oil on the road ... WTF
Well I would probably find a safer place to work.
You know that the Miata would be great for towing a small trailer with a neat dirt bike on it...... A drop top with a trailered dirt bike is a great combo. Drive and ride with wind in your hair.
Me... I'm towing a KTM 350 exc-f to the dirt in my Beemer drop top. I get some funny looks, but mostly thumbs up, when I'm coming back..... Shiny Beemer with the roof down towing a Dirt Bike absolutly plastered with mud...... all with Pergolesi's Sabat Mater (classical lyrical music) blaring.
We all know how dangerous riding a bike is. Until it happens, we all believe it could never happen to us. We all LOVE to ride, including myself.
After putting the bike (BMW F800 GS) up for the winter, I began to reflect back on all the fun I had from the previous year. And all the potential close calls to getting either killed or seriously fucked up.
Also, during the winter months, I feed my addiction by watching vLoggers on YouTube. Over the years, most of them, have ended up in SERIOUS accidents. Yammi Noob, Riding with Jack, just to name a few.
Just to keep a healthy perspective, I force myself to read Faceplant, which I do not enjoy doing, but feel that it is the responsible thing to do.
In addition, a good number of inmates on the region forum have gotten into serious accidents over the years. It does not seem to matter if your an excellent rider or Noob, if your number is up.
I ain't no pussy. I served 8 years in military in 4 conflicts. There is a much higher injury rate in my motorcycle circle than combat military. I am one of those people that if you met me in person, you may think "that guy is nuts", with they crazy shit I do. No bragging, just stating fact.
I am also addicted to adrenaline, and a thrill seeker that is unresponible. at times, and I admit that.
I am Irish. And with all Irishman, I have 9 lives. I know that I have already expended most of them and not sure how many I have left. It is in my personality to take things to the edge and look over without falling in.
That's were I feel I am about riding a motorcycle. I am not saying I am going to hang it up, however, I am starting to get some serious reservations, like I am starting to feel my time is up and a major accident is waiting to happen.
I am planning to keep on riding, however, I think I am going to tone down the stupid shit,....way down.
Pushing 60, I know enough about medicine to know that an accident at my age would be particularly devastating. I had a relatively minor sprain/inflammation a week or so ago, and that put me in a tailspin. I can only imagine what a serious accident would do to me, physically and mentally.
But like many here, I love to ride.
I find myself hedging my bets lately. Wearing my MX gear under my street gear. Sheesh.
Or thinking that maybe it's trike or convertible time.
I don't have an answer.
I've spent the last six months twisting my wrist (now made heavier by two bits of titanium) in the air as part of my OT/PT. I crashed on the interstate at 90mph after bouncing off two trucks. I dont think I'm done with my love of bikes but I do hope to slow down and stop playing near cars...
I think i need a new Miata....
I'm the opposite of you.
I ride all year long. Road today. Perfect Feb conditions in SW VA.
I'm the exact opposite of an adrenaline junky. I'd rather go on a long trip for the summer than go on a spirited ride.
I'm not in denial of getting hurt on a bike, or a cage, or walking down the street.
Every day could be my last.
A Combat deployment in Helmand Province help gave me that wisdom.
Love the avatar!
My grandparent is a McCoy. Dickenson County, VA. My middle name is Donald.
Not everyone can be the same. The world would be really boring if every 37 year old would be riding around on a DR650 at the legal speed.
I called quits from 1998-2014.
I'm not sure when my next break will be.
I could stop riding tomorrow and not miss it.
I guess I need a second bike.
I've been running a 2000 Miata since March. It's not a bike, but I love it. You'll love it if you like to wrench- the Miata community is every bit as aftermarket and mod obsessed as the MC community. It's actually MORE fun on some roads because a pothole or a bit of sand isn't a big deal, so you can focus more on lines than on avoiding that kind of stuff. It's got a roof for rainy days, and a trunk to lock stuff in. That's about it.
it's not a bike. It's very much a car. It doesn't lean into corners, and you're inside it, not on top of it. But as cars go... they're alright. They're definitely alright.
Oh my brother and I have had 6 miatas (mostly NA)... I'm just dreaming of the ND...in 4 years when they become available used I'll be ready :)
I wiped out on my DR650 last May and received a tibial plateau fracture and also a fracture down the tibia. Well I considered not riding anymore but got back on my Bandit 1200 in August and went for a spin. I liked it . So I went for a spin on my Triumph Scrambler, I liked that more. I considered buying a Miata and hanging up my boots but my wife doesn't like convertibles much. I LOVE riding. I put about 2500 miles on between August and December while I was rehabbing my leg. I have some screws and long plates but it feels good. I don't want to think about what would happen if I went down in a serious crash but who does. I am now looking to replace the totaled DR650 and my 2000 Bandit 1200 with something. I am leaning toward a Vstrom 650 XT or a used Triumph Explorer. I am keeping my Scrambler.
Colorado Ron, I'm reading this thread about 11 years after you started it....I couldn't get through all 31 pages, but gotta know....what did you decide in the end? Thanks.
First started riding bikes at around age 6
Raced motocross for most of my pre teen and teen age years
Had many spills and semi serious crashes during those years
Age sixteen I got T-boned by a car...
Wrote off both the bike (six month old KTM 125MX) and the car.
Three broken bones in my right leg, dislocated hip, double fracture to my pelvis, wheelchair bound for 4 months due to nerve damage, etc etc etc
Eight months later on the Friday night before I was due to go back to work again on the following Monday, I broke my leg again in two places...
Doctor said that if I break it again I'll probably loss it...
25yrs later I'm back on a bike again and fucking loving it.
Didn't realise just how much of me was missing until I started riding again.
So, yeah, I'm definitely a 'all the gear all the time' type of rider. Always have been. Always will be.
It's time to stop when the fear is there.
You can only be safe when you BELIEVE you can be.
If the fear is there, it's time to park it and walk away while you still can.
Personally, I make a focused and intentional effort to maintain my "sense of vulnerability" each and every time I get on the bike. I sometimes get that "feeling" and, like others, will park it 'til the feeling goes away. But, I make it a point to NEVER get too comfortable. You know what happens as soon as you relax....cage, deer, pedestrian, bike failure, etc. There's only so much you can do, and like so many others have said, you've got to continuously watch that risk to reward ratio. Skinny Jones, I'm glad you're back on the bike....it's good for the spirit, when things are clicking.
Every time I get on the bike I connect with my sense of mortality, which is actually quite comforting. Been riding 25 years on the street, and about 4 years dirt. Last year, I had limited dirt riding, and the last couple of rides I did not feel as comfortable as usual. By comfortable, I do not mean complacent. I mean outside of my comfort zone.
Looking at the bike these past two months, I made the decision to quit dirt for the time being. I really enjoy being in the woods, exploring, and pushing myself through terrain I have no business being in. But, as I said, the last two rides did not feel right. That weird feeling has not left me. At home life, I have three people who rely on me quite heavily, and the thought of crashing is distracting. Instead of being zen-like, the woods rides gave me a sense of anguish, which then led to discomfort and insecurity. Not a good mental state when rocks and stumps come at you at speed. I had awesome four years in the dirt, escaped any serious injuries, and look at it as a great time.
So, after thinking it over, I decided to sell the woods bike and stick to the street only for now. I know I'll miss it. I also know that street riding can be inherently more dangerous than woods riding. But I trust my bike and my gear, and I'm fortunate to live in a state where most people still look twice.
i'll stop when i'm dead or have a kid. whichever comes first.
I would suggest keeping the woods bike, but a street beater. Slow the woods bike down you have no trimw schedule to keep. As an old man told me once if you are not making money at it you are spending it. So enjoy the ride on the street or the dirt.
I already own a street bike, which gets ridden way more than the woods bike. I can get on the street bike any time I have the time. Woods always takes scheduling with someone, as I don't ride the woods alone. With scheduling come conflicts of times, and the rides happen less and less. Having two kids with different schedules does not help either.
Actually, over the past several years I had trimmed my stable to only two bikes: WR250R and a Bandit 1200. The Bandit was on the road at least once every rideable week, whereas the WR was out only 3 times last year.
I spent 2 and 1/2 weeks in the hospital after a bad crash in 2009, most of that time in ICU. When I was finally extubated and able to speak, I told my wife that I was quitting riding, I couldn't do this to my family any more. Two months later my left ankle was in a cast, I was walking with a cane, and had a cane-holder on my motorcycle so I could ride it to physical therapy.
I'll never quit.