Coming home from work Thursday morning, a car, two cars in front of me stopped in the middle of the road. The car in front of me slammed on it's brakes. I got on my brakes, but realized I wasn't going to stop in time. It seems to me but I can't swear to it that I checked right, and there was a car there. I do know there was a dump truck left. I realized I had a choice of hitting the car, or going down. I went down.
I was running about 40, when I started braking. I'm not sure how fast I was going when I hit the ground. I remember thing "colorful words" and bouncing once HARD, then bounced again. Then I was in the road thinking "Oh......"
I heard a car door slam, and a woman's voice screaming in near panic. "ARE YOU OK?" and she was standing next to me. By this time I was about half up, on one knee. I went to stand up the rest of the way, and my left leg collapsed under me. There was no pain, it just didn't work. I realized I was shaking like a leaf, and had the breath knocked out me. Still no real pain.
The lady asked me again if I was ok, but between my full face helmet, and having the wind knocked out, I couldn't answer her. I felt sorry for her because she was more scared than I was. I held my hand up in a "wait a minute" motion, opened my face shield, took a couple of deep breaths, and tried again to get my legs under me. This time they worked.
I said, "I think I'm ok. Are you?" She replied that she was fine, she was just worried about me. I assured her I was fine, then looked for my Majesty. She told me "I felt a little bump, looked in my mirror and didn't see anyone, then I remembered, OH MY GOD, THERE WAS A MOTORCYLE BEHIND ME! Then I saw you laying on the road and I though you were dead." I really felt sorry for her. I scared her half to death I think.
The bike was a few feet behind her car, on it's side of course. I was surprised it was more or less intact. I went over, picked it up, and tried to start it. No go. Someone said 911 had been called. The lady, and I agreed to pull our vehicles off into a parking lot. I had to push my bike since it wouldn't start.
We looked over the bike and the car. I've got some scratches on the tupperware, and some of it is out of place, the lady's car has a couple of spots of silver paint on it so apparently the bike did hit her, but did no real damage. I wack the tupperware more or less back into place, and think "I can ride this thing."
The cops get there, take a report, no tickets, but they indicate that I'm at fault. No problem, I can't dispute that, I was, and since there's no damage to anybody but myself, it's not a problem anyway. I borrow the lady's cell phone, call my wife, and the dealership. I'm thinking maybe there is a kill switch on the fuel pump like a lot of cars have. No, no cutoff switch, the plug is probably fouled. A few minutes later I try again, and the bike starts. Everything works.
My wife and the resuce squad get there. The EMT's check me over, and I've got all the parts and pieces I started with. I refuse transport, because I know I'm not "hurt". I hurt, but I'm not injured anyway. One of the EMT's who responded asks me about my bike. I laugh and tell him all about it.
I tell my wife I'm going to ride the bike home she asks if I'm sure? I tell her "You gotta ride the horse that throws you." She says she's going to pick up something to eat and will meet me there. I ride home with no trouble. There might be a slight vibration but I'm not sure. I'll ride it a little more before I take it to the shop to have them look at it.
So, I've got my first and I pray my last real crash behind me. I have read somewhere that if it's going to happen, it will happen about 5,000 miles. I have just over 5000 miles on my bike.
Primary cause. I was distracted by the dump truck as it passed me, and looked over at it. When I looked back, the car in front of me was STOPPED. The car in front of her had stalled out or something. It was not her fault. I may have been following her too close, but I don't really think so. She had panic stopped, and left black marks so she stopped suddenly, but she didn't have much choice. Those couple seconds of distraction made the difference. I do think I chose the lesser of two evils by going down. I think I'd have been hurt much worse had I slammed into her.
I had on steel toed work boots, jeans, a First Gear armored jacket, and a Bell full faced helmet. The road ate the right boot down to the steel toe, and my jacket has a small tear on the right sleeve at the forarm. I hit first on my right side, then my left. My helmet doesn't have a scratch on it, so apparently I never hit my head on anything. Still mighty glad I had it on.
I have a couple spots of road rash on my right knee, but my jeans didn't get torn. I guess friction against the denim. Both of my shoulders hurt, but I didn't think anything was broken, so I didn't go to the ER.
I'm still sore this morning, and probably will be for a couple more days. I haven't ridden the bike or even looked at it since I got it home, but hope to today after church.
I thought someone might find this interesting. (1) wear your gear. (2) PAY ATTENTION! (3) These bikes are mighty tough. (4) Old fat guys are not as tough.
The original car that stopped in the road? They drove off and left. Didn't say a word to anybody that I know of.
A number of well meaning people have told me "You gotta sell that bike now." BS, pardon my language. Had I been driving an automobile, the accident would have probably still happened except I would have slammed into her car with a lot heavier vehicle, and we'd have two badly damaged cars, and she and I both might have been hurt. What happened was not the fault of the bike. It was my fault.
Mostly I want to thank the Lord for keeping his angels around me, and protecting me. Without them, I'd have been in real trouble.