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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.
I stopped for a while for healing...hit a horse 1.5 years ago that jumped in front of me when I was doing 40 mph. There were actually two that were that jumped out... totaled my 1200GS. 9 days in hospital. My other bike was a 2011 F650GS. I ride it but gave up on riding to work... I just bought an air vest in case of another get off. Still plan to ride. Hope to retire soon and do more riding...
My son is planning to buy a MC, he is recovering after he was walking in a crosswalk when a 49 yr old woman hit him while walking his dog one month ago. He was devastated by his loss of his best buddy. Head concussion, broken skull in many places, Titanium rod in leg, broken wrist. He hopes to resume his mountain bike racing later this year. Woman was on her phone, no insurance, not her car. Son is lucky he was not killed...she did not slow down..
That major accident can happen at any time. You don't have to ride for years for it to happen.
The real problem is casual driving. For car drivers most accidents have few consequences.
The same type of accident can be devastating for a motorcycle rider.
I think we are heading into a time of even more distracted driving as cars start to implement
crash avoidance systems but not fully automated driving.
Today I saw a Mercedes ad that pretty much focused on distracted driving and ends with the car braking when she's looking at someone she is greeting the security guard at the gate as she enter a production studio.
Problem is that detecting a motorcycle is not as simple as detecting a larger vehicle.
Add to that all the drunk driver like this piece of shit.
Killed his wife while fucking her, both drunk and speeding through a 30 mph zone.
Best to be in a car when we are forced to share the road with these assholes.
I just got home from the hospital. Yesterday a woman pulled out from a side street in front of me, not even looking in my direction once. I tried to swerve around her, but she (still looking the opposite direction) blowed into my saddlebag and sent me flying. Witnesses say 50-100 feet, I don't know. I lost consciousness.
I have seen pics of my RS, it's toast. I have 2 broken ribs, lots of bruising, contusion around my kidney, and road rash on my legs. I took the chance of wearing suit pants, as I was commuting for work, and I paid the price.
Bates leather boots, Held gloves, and Rev It! leather jacket all did their jobs... the star of the show being my Shoei GT-Air, which really saved my ass.
Long story short, it was not a fun experience for me or my family, and I'm done. I had plans of buying a new bike later this year, but that's scrapped. I've been on bikes for about a decade now, this was my first accident. I love riding, and I'd love to do it again, but I can't put my family through that again.
My mom got a phone call "your son was in a motorcycle accident, you had better come quick". She was devastated. I told the damn paramedics in the ambulance to tell my mom that I was okay when they contacted her.
I very well could have died in this one, and to walk out of the hospital on my own 2 feet just 30 hours after the accident... I am so lucky.
So that's my gift from the motorcycling gods. I will say "thank you" and move on with my life.
I hope to ride again. I am a young man and I enjoy it immensely... but commuting in SoCal, man.... it WILL happen eventually. I've had so many close calls with idiots, and I just kept on riding, pressing my odds, and unfortunately it's unavoidable if you do it long enough (IMO).
If I was wearing proper moto pants, I'd probably be limited to bruising and broken ribs, but still, the trauma and the pain and putting my family through the uncertainty of coming to the hospital not knowing if I'm going to live... I just can't go through it again if I can help it, so Bless all of you and please ride safely and wear the damn gear.
I love riding, and have ridden in perhaps 20 countries. I had a major crash
in Thailand, running into cement posts alongside the outside of a curve.
Knocked out cold, and managed to break my helmet. But no broken bones,
and survived it. Later my friends would ask me while I was recovering if I
was going to stop riding. I would start laughing, and tell them I could hardly
wait to get back on the bike. I would then ask them if they had a car crash,
would they then stop driving. No, of course not they would say. So I told them
I felt the same way about riding. There is certainly risk in riding, so manage
it as well as you can.
I started at 12, rode for about 10 years, constantly, and then gave up motorcyling for 30 years to raise a family, work my ass off, and blah, blah, blah, yackity schmackity. Then, about 2002 I told my wife I wanted to get another bike. Her response surprised me, she said she always knew i'd ride again. Now, 15 years further down the road and having gone through about 150 bikes and ridden a couple hundred thousand miles, I'm beginning to wonder when would be the smart time to consider easing off. I'll be retiring next year, and we'll be traveling with a travel trailer behind us, so I'm considering giving up the big bike and getting a lightweight dualsport, or maybe even a scooter, that we'll be able to easily load in and out of the truck bed. I'm mentally preparing myself for not riding the long open roads and switching over to wandering around on small back roads and dirt forest service roads. Damn, mortality sucks!
No need to get a scooter to make loading and unloading easy. Get yourself an Ultimate MX HAuler. It's a Hydrilic lift thingy for carrying your lightweight dual sport or dirt bike. Quick easy and solid!
If you're not riding cuz you're afraid you'll crash then you better just give it all up now and wrap yourself in a cocoon. Life is too short for 'what-if's'.