CjrJAM
02-16-2004, 02:50 PM
A long long time ago I rode red. Yes I know how could I, right? Well I have since seen the light.
Actually I really really loved my Hondas, I had an F2 and an F3, just like Seans old bike. Here are some pics that I had laying around that shows how my baby ended up.
Story goes a lil like this:
Met up with some friends from work to ride Telegraph canyon road for the first time since moving out here to SD. The guys I was riding with were very familiar with the road and had rode there many many times. We never had any type of safety brief or a heads up as to what lay ahead (not that it was their resposiblity). So we headed out and I later realized that they were very very fast out there (Allan style ;) ) So what is a avid motorcyclist supposed to do? Follow right along right? WRONG! To make a long story longer, I didn't realize how fast I was going or how much out of my league I was until it was too late. In one of the short and closing sweepers out there I saw my friends dissapear into the turn and I was trying to catch up (cause I wasn't gonna be punked, right? Wrong again). In the opposite lane I saw a truck headed my way and was also coming fast already crossing the double yellows. A combination of my speed and seeing the truck coming into my lane caused me to target fixate onto a road marker on the side of the road. I realized what I was doing and snapped out of it but my leaning efforts were too late. I leaned the bike over as much as I could and hit some gravel on the very far outside edge of the road. The bike lowsided and we flew over the embankment and down the hill on the way hitting the road marker with my leg. After I landed and stopped tumbling I immediatly tried to stand up but realized I could not walk for some reason and fell flat on my face. I took my helmet off and looked down to see a bone sticking out of my left leg and blood everywhere and my bike in pieces about another 100 yards from where I was sitting. I looked up to see no one was there and no one to help me. I once again tried to stand up and walk to the top but the pain was unbearable and felt light headed. So I layed there only praying my friends would eventually look back and see I was not there any longer. Sure enough my buddies came back around and saw I was way down at the bottom of the hill and came to help. After the ambulance finally showed up they kinda bandaged my up and informed me I needed to get to a hospital ASAP and called in the lifeflight which came to my rescue. All in all my hospital bill and little helo ride came out to about $45000 not to mention the therapy I had to go through to learn how to walk again and deal with crutches and a walker for the next 8-12 weeks. All in all I ended up with both my legs broken, one with a compound fracture and one with a minor break. A dislocated shoulder and road rash were also on my injury list. Had I been wearing full leathers and motorcycle specific boots I perhaps would not have broken my leg as bad or even at all. I was wearing street ankle high boots and my protruding fracture was exactly where my current Sidi boots cover. Had I not been a cheap a$$ and invested in gear I might not have had such bad injuries. Lessons learned:
-GEAR; it saves your a$$
-Ride within your limits; not your friends
-Group riding; establish check points and don't try to be macho
-Slow down on public roads, take it to the track
-Learn from your mistakes and OTHERS
Hope this helps someone, anyone
Actually I really really loved my Hondas, I had an F2 and an F3, just like Seans old bike. Here are some pics that I had laying around that shows how my baby ended up.
Story goes a lil like this:
Met up with some friends from work to ride Telegraph canyon road for the first time since moving out here to SD. The guys I was riding with were very familiar with the road and had rode there many many times. We never had any type of safety brief or a heads up as to what lay ahead (not that it was their resposiblity). So we headed out and I later realized that they were very very fast out there (Allan style ;) ) So what is a avid motorcyclist supposed to do? Follow right along right? WRONG! To make a long story longer, I didn't realize how fast I was going or how much out of my league I was until it was too late. In one of the short and closing sweepers out there I saw my friends dissapear into the turn and I was trying to catch up (cause I wasn't gonna be punked, right? Wrong again). In the opposite lane I saw a truck headed my way and was also coming fast already crossing the double yellows. A combination of my speed and seeing the truck coming into my lane caused me to target fixate onto a road marker on the side of the road. I realized what I was doing and snapped out of it but my leaning efforts were too late. I leaned the bike over as much as I could and hit some gravel on the very far outside edge of the road. The bike lowsided and we flew over the embankment and down the hill on the way hitting the road marker with my leg. After I landed and stopped tumbling I immediatly tried to stand up but realized I could not walk for some reason and fell flat on my face. I took my helmet off and looked down to see a bone sticking out of my left leg and blood everywhere and my bike in pieces about another 100 yards from where I was sitting. I looked up to see no one was there and no one to help me. I once again tried to stand up and walk to the top but the pain was unbearable and felt light headed. So I layed there only praying my friends would eventually look back and see I was not there any longer. Sure enough my buddies came back around and saw I was way down at the bottom of the hill and came to help. After the ambulance finally showed up they kinda bandaged my up and informed me I needed to get to a hospital ASAP and called in the lifeflight which came to my rescue. All in all my hospital bill and little helo ride came out to about $45000 not to mention the therapy I had to go through to learn how to walk again and deal with crutches and a walker for the next 8-12 weeks. All in all I ended up with both my legs broken, one with a compound fracture and one with a minor break. A dislocated shoulder and road rash were also on my injury list. Had I been wearing full leathers and motorcycle specific boots I perhaps would not have broken my leg as bad or even at all. I was wearing street ankle high boots and my protruding fracture was exactly where my current Sidi boots cover. Had I not been a cheap a$$ and invested in gear I might not have had such bad injuries. Lessons learned:
-GEAR; it saves your a$$
-Ride within your limits; not your friends
-Group riding; establish check points and don't try to be macho
-Slow down on public roads, take it to the track
-Learn from your mistakes and OTHERS
Hope this helps someone, anyone