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Discussion in 'Face Plant' started by Colorado Ron, Aug 21, 2012.
I stopped street riding about 2 years ago, after I had a high side at 60mph in the rain 900 miles from home. Flew 20ft and slid under the rear bumper of a VW vanagon. First crash in my entire life, walked away with just a concussion. Had me worried afterwords about how badly it could have gone, too many "What if's".
So I started dirt riding.
Road MX and trails for a year, had great fun. Then I cut my index finger off on a saw, Also my first significant injury. 4 long months of pain and dealing with the aftermath had me worried about dirt rideing too." What happens if I crash and break my leg", " What happens if I get run over" was going though my head. So I didn't ride at all last year. Just didn't feel it anymore.
Last December I realized I missed it, I wanted to ride again. But I still had the worries.
In January one of my best riding friends died in a car accident 2 miles from my house. T boned by a semi in his truck on his way to work one morning. I drive by the spot 3 or 4+ times a day, every day. I suddenly realized that my fear of getting injured was kinda stupid, I very well could have been my friend, driving though the intersection on my way to work that morning and been the one killed. I was letting my worries stop me from enjoying life and doing my favorite thing, while I'm alive.
So I bought a new bike.
Well? What'd you buy?
'03 Bandit 600S with 7K miles.
Ooh, good call!
I quit riding for about ten years after I got rear ended on a 1984 R65. Not that I didn't want to ride but I couldn't physically do it due two blown discs in my neck which caused migraines when I wore a helmet for more than 20 minutes and some other injuries. At that time I had seven motorcycles that ran and a few basket cases for parts. Sold three Norton's and two AJS's but kept my 1954 R67/2 and the 1984 R80RT that I'd bought new. Fast forward to a few years ago and I'm back on and am feeling pretty good. Just picked up a 1983 R100RT and am getting it into shape.
Hi guys, I am like you, except I rareley listen to false thoughts in my head,... I like to ride fast, 40 degree leans,... but my bikes are top mechanically, best race/street rubber and never question the machinery,.... in the end we all hang up the boots, cancer, train, mack truck, over a rail, huģging trees 20 feet up, you can go anytime, unlikely in a car or bike, statistically that is.
I don't even think of death or age, waste of time.
This very interesting, I bought Triumph TT600 with about the same mileage and year from guy who fell off a ladder and had spine nerve pains so he garages the 600 for 15 years, asked to send it to a good home, I picked up 3 days latter,.... and wow, what a machine, what a racer 110hp with 175odd kgs.
Point of this story, his riding days ended when he fell whilst plastering a cieling, lost so much and took 15 years to depart from the bike.
I really thank him for selling me essentially a brand new TT600, oh so under rated.
Having spoken to truck drivers and engineers, for their sake I'd advise not going the truck or train route, it messes with their head.
probably when I die or if I was involved in a serious accident.im addicted since I was 17 and got my first 1967 Yamaha 250 big bear.
1 of 3 pieces of steel in me.This one from being t-boned (with wife on roadstar) by a 22 yr old herion addict with no license or insurance that kept going and hit a suv stopping his dumb ass.Prick sent me a sorry letter from rehab.If I ever meet him I may kill him.If my wife got hurt I would have already.Still ride and injoy.Prick that hit me only did 2 years.
You might want to give a few thing in between a thought... like losing a limb, ending up in a wheelchair or respirator.
Going in a blaze of glory is one thing, but get f@#ked up really badly and you change a lot of lives.
Track and dirt takes away a lot of the negative shit that on the streets.
This is a solid thread. I wanted to chime in about the "feelings" or little voice we sometimes get in our head before or during a ride. My profession has me rappelling from a hovering helicopter 250 feet of the ground around 20-30 times a year. I get that little voice quite a bit, or I can picture a crash in my head. While I stay vigilant regarding safety I don't let that little voice stop me from what I'm doing. I realize the risk, mitigate it the best I can, and proceed. However I know that riding my motorcycle to work is more dangerous than the job itself. I hope I don't ever give up the bike, but it wouldn't be the end of the world.
That's what I used to say, but I've had a kid now for twenty-nine years, and I'm still riding and still not dead.