Roads were quiet and I headed out over the Alex Fraser bridge to do a quick run to the other side, hit the corners then back over the bridge. After dragging through the cloverleaf at the south side i went back on the bridge and it was dead. Cracked the throttle and went for 300. Hit it rather quick and as I crested the top a Dodge Neon was moving from the far right slow lane RIGHT across the bridge into the fast lane. The most insane lane change you could imagine and here I come up on this car at 300. My brain did the quick math and I decided to hold on and keep it pinned. I had nowhere to go. I was dead. I saw everything that I was going to do with my life evaporate. I saw death staring right at me. I only had room between the car and the median by this point.
SLAMMED into the cars driver’s side mirror with my right hand. Serious speed wobble set in and I dragged some back brake and it stabilized. Kept it pinned to avoid the scene and/or feds and was at least 400 metres away before the gravity of what happened set in. I expected a bloody stump where my really smarting and rapidly swelling arm was. I went home and took a couple large, deep breaths.
I needed new gloves, I tore the carbon knuckle clean off my right hand. My arm didn’t appear broken anywhere so I put the bike away and sat down in the house.
This all after a week before, I was at Cody’s funeral. The three other guys I was riding with almost every ride that summer stood wide mouthed as I recalled the story of me almost biting it in the most public and shameful way. I could have taken someone out, and I could have made life for every sportbiker in BC a living hell wiping out on the street at 300. Anyone who posts in this thread about anything track related just doesn’t get it. It’s not about the track. Riding the way we did last summer was the rush because it wasn’t the track. So this story above serves a purpose as below.
I’m hanging it up. Bike and all my gear is for sale. I’ve also quit my job. A very good job offered by one of the best people I’ve ever met and a person from this very site. I’ve taken a job in the Caribbean for some good $$$ and I’m counting every day on this planet AFTER that day as a gift.
I am quite literally supposed to be dead. I’m taking time away from the rat race to enjoy some life and find some inner satisfaction in pursuing my passion for photography all the while being paid some good coin.
There is a yard/moving sale tomorrow Saturday the 22nd of July at my house. Come help me fund my move and you can get some great stuff at a bargain.
Maybe someone here can learn from this and realize when you ride your ass off and build up confidence, that same confidence can get you into trouble as it did me, and only my experience got me out of it. Track, road, boundary bay – whatever you can do to supply your thrill, do it. But always remember that your time to go is up to you.
I'm sure there will be a pretty kick ass going away party planned soon, so let me know if you'd like to say good riddance to me and I'll let you know the details.