twowheelnut
R.I.P. Our Motorcycling Friend
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NOTICE: This post is meant as a learning tool and nothing more. I think it's important to offer up the scenarios that end up in wrecks (not accidents, as this one was completely avoidable, IMO), so that others may learn and bolster their own internal Rolodex of what not to do. Please don't turn this thread into anything other than that.
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No excuses, I ****** up. Lack of focus, misuse of brakes and target fixation. 35ish MPH into a sharp right hander that I've taken hundreds of times, tap the brakes for the turn and POOF! Across the road and into the gravel I go. MCML, I believe, correctly analyzed the wreck. When hitting the brakes, I stood it up (or rather, didn't get it turned back in for the turn) and ran outta road in time to correct my blunder. That and choking by whacking the brakes too damn hard after the stand-up. I don't remember getting so hard on the brakes to start this whole mess, but I'm sure that is the case. Gear did it's job: fell hard on my right shoulder/ribs, whacked my helmeted head on the ground and then slid 10 - 20 feet on chunky gravel. Except for the helmet, no damage to the gear or my jeans that a run through the laundry can't fix.
The bike runs fine and true, but the case is toast as are the upper and lower fairings, screen, head lamp, blinker, fender, slider, mirror and break pedal. Maybe I'll leave the pedal alone and learn to stay off the damn thing. Need to pull the plastic to have a peek beneath, but a quick look-see says it's all good below. The whole time I'm slipping and sliding I'm thinking, "Don't let the bike go down! Save the bike!" Never once did I think, "****, this might hurt..." Go figger. A brief afterthought was, "Damn. I can't bust on skooter for crashing ever again (after this post that is )."
Fortunately, we were just 5 miles from the house, so I dropped off the skootered FJR and grabbed the Wabs to finish the ride. MCML's buddy, Mark, who was riding his Harley, is a certified EMT, gave me the once over and pronounced everything in my shoulder/rib area to be in it's place (he missed the hardened gray matter between the ears, however). I'm a hurtin' pup right now and I'm pretty sure I won't be movin' too fast in the morning. Thank gawd Dr. Daniels is in the house.
Thanks to Joseph and Mark for their assistance, patience and support.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to mention: I finally scraped a peg... <_<
NOTICE: This post is meant as a learning tool and nothing more. I think it's important to offer up the scenarios that end up in wrecks (not accidents, as this one was completely avoidable, IMO), so that others may learn and bolster their own internal Rolodex of what not to do. Please don't turn this thread into anything other than that.
[/seriousness]
No excuses, I ****** up. Lack of focus, misuse of brakes and target fixation. 35ish MPH into a sharp right hander that I've taken hundreds of times, tap the brakes for the turn and POOF! Across the road and into the gravel I go. MCML, I believe, correctly analyzed the wreck. When hitting the brakes, I stood it up (or rather, didn't get it turned back in for the turn) and ran outta road in time to correct my blunder. That and choking by whacking the brakes too damn hard after the stand-up. I don't remember getting so hard on the brakes to start this whole mess, but I'm sure that is the case. Gear did it's job: fell hard on my right shoulder/ribs, whacked my helmeted head on the ground and then slid 10 - 20 feet on chunky gravel. Except for the helmet, no damage to the gear or my jeans that a run through the laundry can't fix.
The bike runs fine and true, but the case is toast as are the upper and lower fairings, screen, head lamp, blinker, fender, slider, mirror and break pedal. Maybe I'll leave the pedal alone and learn to stay off the damn thing. Need to pull the plastic to have a peek beneath, but a quick look-see says it's all good below. The whole time I'm slipping and sliding I'm thinking, "Don't let the bike go down! Save the bike!" Never once did I think, "****, this might hurt..." Go figger. A brief afterthought was, "Damn. I can't bust on skooter for crashing ever again (after this post that is )."
Fortunately, we were just 5 miles from the house, so I dropped off the skootered FJR and grabbed the Wabs to finish the ride. MCML's buddy, Mark, who was riding his Harley, is a certified EMT, gave me the once over and pronounced everything in my shoulder/rib area to be in it's place (he missed the hardened gray matter between the ears, however). I'm a hurtin' pup right now and I'm pretty sure I won't be movin' too fast in the morning. Thank gawd Dr. Daniels is in the house.
Thanks to Joseph and Mark for their assistance, patience and support.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to mention: I finally scraped a peg... <_<