Just wishing to share....
I felt the impending signs early this morning but I brushed it off as a residual feeling from my 2 week prohibition. Even my Shaw cable box wouldn't turn off this morning; both the remote and the power button had no response (ominously it is off when I got home )
This morning, after debating to wear my leathers or simply jeans and a mesh jacket, I decided that if something does happen that it would be best if I wore leathers; on most rides these days, especially hot days, I would be wearing minimal gear. Normally I would carry my pocket pc with me, however the thought did cross my mind that if I crash, it would break; so I left it at home.
Seriously it has been a long time since I turn around at the door of my apartment for a last look; something felt wrong this morning... and yes the letter to my family still sits on my desk in the event that something happens.
The ride to Hope, followed by lunch at White Spot was uneventful. It seems that it is always the return home is when it happens. Since my new tires has only seen 200km, it was time to get rid of the remaining chicken strip on the short twisty run at Harrison.
It was mid lean at the end of the S curve at Harrison that I felt a hard bump on the front tire coming out of the turn and the next thing I knew I was on the ground rolling.
Out of the corner of my eye as I was rolling, I saw the bike flip and clipped the corner near the right windshiled before flipping completely over on to its left side sliding down 150 feet down the road.
No slow motion matrix images,
No flashing of my life before my eyes.
No time to tuck my arms in for a safe fall
There was simply no time to react or recover. After my body flopped over multiple times, sky, ground, sky, ground, sky, ground, I finally came to a stop. Got up on my knees and looked up... and saw Cory .....
damn I'm alive and no pain. Thank you...
I was lucky that the I wasn't run over by the cars behind me.
I was lucky in that neither the bike or I hit the far wall or the mountainside.
I was lucky to have my leathers on!!
The bike started up fine and I rode all the way to 5th gear, who then pointed the way to Brad's Chop Shop to change my handle bar.
- The left handle bar was bent and got replaced at the Chop shop for $135.
- Pazzos are still good with the end shaved off a bit.
- left bar end shaved
- left fairing scratched
- knob on end of gear shifter shaved
- chipped off right windshield fairing
- bottom left under carriage fairing scratched
- left side frame sliders and spools are grounded down
- helmet with road rash
- leathers with road rash.
- bruise on left arm.
What I think happened:
I was not going beyond my limits, nor did I overshoot my lane hitting gravel or the slipery road lines; however I believe that I was leaning too far and there was no time to recover when the front tire caught air from hitting a bump
I still cannot believe how fast it happens!!
Yes I am an idiot for thinking that I have leaned harder on corners much tighter then this. I am also an idiot in thinking that it is possible to recover from any road mishaps as I've been lucky in recovering back tire drifting. I am an idiot for ignoring my feelings.
I am bruised and still in a daze as I type this up... however as I think back, I am lucky to be alive and perhaps I should take the advice that it is time to trade my bike in for a scooter...
feel free to flame on..... while I coddle my bruises and hurt pride
Where I went Wrong
After mulling this experience over for the last few days and with the help of a few knowledgable posts from this thread plus discussing the situation with other riders, it is true that I should not be dragging peg; I should have been hanging from the side allowing the bike to absorb the bumps at a more upright position; also riding on the edge on new tires is definitely one of the contributing factors.