A couple days ago I was in my second collision of the season, and possibly wrote off my second bike of the season. In both of these incidents I was found to be 100% not-at-fault, and managed to escape without dying, maiming, or otherwise being grotesquely injured. My ailments may linger, but I'm here and whole.
I look back on both these incidents and analyze them in my head and think of ways that I could've prevented them....I think to myself, "not being at fault doesn't mean that they were 100% unavoidable." But then the more I think about the circumstances, how quickly they happened, and how unexpected the other driver's actions were, the more I conclude that the only thing that could've made a difference was timing.
I'm not a particularly new rider nor young....this is my 5th season, and I'm 31. First 4 seasons were clear of any incidents. Didn't even drop my first bike. At season 5, I'm still a conservative and safe rider. For both my collisions, I was travelling below the posted speed limit prior to even hitting the brakes. I'm not a hooligan in any sense of the word, and people regularly commend me on my situational awareness.
But shit still happens, and that is the nature of this sport.
As I sat on the side of the road Monday night with emergency lights flashing everywhere, watching Buster's tow away my bike while being checked out by paramedics, questioned by police, and watching firemen direct traffic around the smashed RAV 4, the thought just flashed in my head that maybe I should call it quits while I'm still ahead of the game. I came home afterwards and pet my dog, called my girlfriend, called my mom, and felt glad I was able to do those things.
Now before y'all think this is another "retirement thread", that's not it at all. I love the sport and imagine I will be right back on the bike as soon as I'm able. But this last crash has gotten in my head a lot more than the one at the beginning of the season.
I feel fortunate to have come away from these incidents as whole as I have, but it just makes me ponder things like what could happen next time, if there is a next time. People go whole riding careers without going down - I haven't been so lucky, and wonder if my bad luck is about to extend into my survival rate.
I don't know where I intend this thread to go...it's more just a stream of consciousness, post-accident. I'm feeling rather introspective.
Feel free to share your own experiences or thoughts along the lines of my post-accident mental battle. I hope it doesn't degrade into flaming and the usual shit-show of this site, but I won't be surprised if it does either.