reaubideux
May 31st, 2011, 08:52 AM
Cliff's Notes @ the end.
Forewarning: THIS IS LOOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGG. Lots of pictures and some video (none of actual wreck). These events are told through the eyes of a newb rider so while this may seem a bit trite and old-hat to you more experienced folks I'm hoping my perspective may shed a different light for us newer riders.
The Ride
So, this past Sunday the group of I guys I was supposed to ride with but ended up riding w/the wrong guys (http://www.ninjette.org/forums/showthread.php?t=74188), were making the same run as they did the previous weekend where I was supposed to have tagged along except we were taking a few different roads this time around.
Met up @ 8:30am, left a little after 9am. One of the other riders said this was probably the biggest group they'd ever had w/14 bikes at the start. I was, again, the smallest bike with the next biggest being the next newest rider (1 year experience) riding a Suzuki GS500. I'm still a newb, riding since April and left the house with about 1150 miles on my odometer. At the end of the day I had right at 1500 miles.
The roads were great, still had an bunch of freakin' turtles on the road. This group of riders were a bit more organized with giving signals for debris, turns, slowing down, etc. Of course the faster riders took off and I was in the back with the 2 ladies in the group (not saying ladies are slow riders, just the fact they were back with me :)) Eventually one of them offered to let me follow her b/c they were both behind me every time and she thought I'd have a better time following. I agreed b/c they knew the roads so I could follow their lines and know how sharp the curves were. I was definitely doing better this week than the one before b/c I had someone to follow so I was better able to gauge entry speeds, braking zones, etc. I took some video (posted at the bottom) with my cheap-o eBay 5$ keychain camera.
Made our first stop off - mainly b/c the guys were waiting for us to catch up - where I made my first stupid mistake of the day: leaving my helmet just sitting on the passenger seat. I set it down long enough to just take a few photos of the group and in the 30 seconds it was there, a gust of wind blew it off. Luckily just a couple of scrapes, the guys took a look at it to make sure it didn't hit too hard and all agreed it should be safe to keep using.
First stop:
http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/458/groupa1.jpg
http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/9276/groupa2.jpg
Hit the road again and ended up stopping off about 25 miles down the road for guys to top off their tanks, get a drink, and chat a bit more. A few the guys made sure to come down and make sure I'm doing okay and all of them were extremely friendly - more so than the guys I was with the prior weekend.
Gas stop:
http://img804.imageshack.us/img804/9291/groupb1.jpg
We lost a few riders after this stop, but a majority of us continued on for some more back roads. On our longest straight ride - about 60 miles or so - I finally started experiencing the butt-numbing discomfort of riding for so long and had a massive itching on my nose and cheek that was driving me nuts. I kept begging for a stop sign or something coming up to give me a chance to pop my visor and scratch it. The cicadas felt like rocks hitting me and they were really bad. Everyone was clearing their visors at every stop. Having a blast the entire time, I was feeling pretty good about the fact I was gaining more confidence in what I could do and how far I could lean the motorcycle - mind you I know I'm FAAAR from the limits of the bike and the stock IRCs - but just overall confidence that I can keep leaning and the bike will stick. I realized I have a bizarre fear of going down steep hills w/curves at the bottom. I just kept having to slow myself down unnecessarily before reaching the bottom. I had gotten off work early and unexpectedly on Friday so I took the chance to go ride some back roads for a couple of hours and practice cornering. On this ride, I was taking 35mph turns at about 45-50 (speedo indicated) and 45mph turns at about 60 (speedo indicated) and I knew the bike could go faster but it wasn't going to happen w/me in the seat. :D
After another stop off at a gas station, we eventually made it to a little hole-in-the-wall place for lunch named Lazy River Cafe in a camping town named Lesterville. Between our stop for gas and Lesterville we had a couple more peel off to head back so we were down to about half our original size by the time we stopped for lunch. Didn't talk much as I was the "outsider" but listened enthusiastically and enjoyed being regaled with good food and the stories these guys had to tell about each other. I could feel myself starting to tense up from sitting still too long. We eventually got ready to go. Ominously, one of the other riders jested "most wrecks happen after eating a big meal." If only I had known.
Stop for lunch:
http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7071/groupc1.jpg
Headed for a more direct route back to the first gas stop which is the semi-official end-point for the ride. Heading through some beautifully smooth back roads and that's when it happened.
I'm just going to describe the accident, and go over my impressions/details further down...
Coming around a slight downhill left-hand curve which raised into an uphill through the curve to straighten, there was a guy in an older F-150 who was crowding the center line, left tires were on the line, which spooked me as I felt like my head was going to pass uncomfortably close to his bumper. My mind let me drift a bit off my line towards the side of the road but I looked at the side of the road to see where I was and I think the whole "go where you look" thing got me as I realized "oh sh*t" I'm gonna hit the gravel/grass, and right as I started to push the left bar more to try and pull it back from the side of the road I hit the grass/gravel and away I went... low-side. Was only on the pavement about a half second but it tore up my left glove and left knee and I tumbled through the grass. I felt myself rolling and had the cognitive awareness to ball my hands into fists to avoid breaking fingers or anything. It only took a few seconds but as anyone will tell you, it felt like a minute. I kept thinking "oh crap, I'm sliding towards the trees I'm gonna hit a tree or get impaled on a log or something, but never did of course. I stopped on my side, popped onto my knees and already saw that 3 of the riders who had hung back with me had stopped. The guy closest to me, I gave him the thumbs up and he returned it then passed it along to the other riders.
Where it stopped:
http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/646/wreck1.jpg
The path less traveled... for a reason:
http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/25/wreck2.jpg
The other 3 riders with me (the rest of the group were loooong gone), 2 of these guys should've been long gone w/the main group as they were much faster but one was having to go slow b/c his rear tire was about shot and the other guy, his girlfriend/wife was one of the girls I'd been following throughout the day so I guess he just wanted to hang back and ride with her a bit. At this point, they sprung into action which was great b/c I was a bit lost, not from disorientation of the wreck but just in that "what do I do now" unpreparedness. The girl sat me down and gave me a quick road-side first-aid test - "how many fingers," " what day is it," "what's your name," stuff like that, had me move all my extremities, raise my arms over my head, checked out my pupils. Physical damage to me was minor - road rash in my left knee, bruised right hand, a couple of minor scrapes on my arms. I tried to get up to help but she kept telling me to sit down, felt like my wife was there :D but I know she was doing it for my well being. The other 2 guys got my bike back up on the road and got to work assessing damage. Eventually got the bike running - tip-over sensor was the culprit they said - and the shift lever was badly bent but I was able to get my toes under it enough to upshift. Seemed like it is running fine. Nursed it about 25 miles back to the gas station where the rest of the group was still there and all gave me the "happens to all of us" pep talk and reassured that the bike looked okay, I looked okay, and to make sure to get it fixed and back out riding ASAP. Longer I waited the more frazzled I'd be when I did start riding again. As silly as it sounds everyone all gave me a resounding "well, it's about as good as a first wreck as you could hope for in terms of damages and injury."
Before leaving, I exchanged phone numbers with the one girl with us and she asked me to call her and let her know when I made it home. Everyone was still heading the same way I needed to go to get home so I went with them and took a slightly longer way home so I could stay with the group longer - really didn't want to ride alone for very long. I made it the last 45 miles or so home. On the ride home I felt like I'd reverted to my first day of MSF class where I just barely had a grasp on the basics of riding and was making silly mistakes on the ride home, grabbing the front brake instead of easing on braking power, I wasn't comfortable with holding up the weight of the bike and felt like I was going to drop it when stopped at traffic lights, stuff like that.
In a silly turn of events, I got home, wife and kids inside, unaware of what happened yet. I just got off the phone with the girl, letting her know I was home when my wife texted me asking me to let her know at my next stop where I was at so she knew if I'd be home for dinner. I replied back "I'm in the garage." She came out, I was facing perpendicular to her position in the doorway so she couldn't really see my torn up gear. I had a sheepish grin on my face and turned to face the rest of her and she could see my tattered clothing and immediately the smiles on her face were wiped clean by a look of terror as she just gasped "what happened" to me. Told her simply "I wrecked" and just got her to focus on the fact that I'm fine for the most part and started apologizing to her b/c I knew she was scared of something like this and the fact that I just cost us quite a bit of money. She didn't care about money/damages just then and was glad I was home. Told her, in more detail what happened and why it happened and she was accepting of the fact. I told her it was my fault and mine alone as I just don't want her switching to the "OMG, drivers are crazy, you're never riding again" mode and blaming the guy in the truck. Ultimately, I'm all good and went on about my evening sharing the photos/video w/my friends on Facebook so they can all share in my stupidity.
Right up until the wreck I was having an absolute blast, loving every curve, hating every turtle and patch of gravel. Had a dog run out at one point. Stumbled across the lurking stream of water running across the road - first time running through water (it's in one of the posted vids). Got pelted by bugs that felt like rocks hitting me in the chest. Good times!
Once again I was just amazed at the camaraderie of fellow bikers. After my wreck the other 3 jumped right in and started taking care of me, the situation, everything, flagging down passers-by to slow them down, letting them know we're all good. Of the very few cars that came by, all but 1 offered the use of a cell phone if needed. I honestly have to say I was deeply moved that 3 people, whom I'd never met before, were treating me like a close friend. I've already told them I owe each of them a round of drinks or 2 and they've dismissed me already but I don't intend on letting them. I owe them more than they know simply b/c they helped keep me calm in a completely foreign (to me) situation.
Damages to the bike:
Broken turn signal, scraped fairings, slider is scraped up and slider bracket is bent a bit. Clutch lever and bar end are scraped up pretty bad. Some of the scuffs on the fairings actually rubbed off, there was a black scuff on the tank from where my boot scuffed as I came off the bike that rubbed right off as well.
http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/1214/bike1u.jpg
Bent shift lever. REALLY bent.
http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/1870/bike2i.jpg
Bent left handlebar/clip-on/whatever. Kind of hard to see but you can see it when in-person.
http://img837.imageshack.us/img837/1263/bike3q.jpg
I'll be posting up in the WTB section with a shopping list but if you have any of these parts and are willing to part with them please PM me with details.
Damages to gear:
Gloves; this kind of freaked me out b/c my left hand went down on the pavement for maybe a few feet. They did there job, my hand is unscathed save for some soreness but if I'd dragged for any longer I would've had some serious issues on my hand.
http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/9029/glovesn.jpg
Jacket; it's hard to see in these pictures but the jacket is torn up pretty good on the front which is odd b/c it didn't hit the pavement so all the rips are just from rolling through the ditch. I have (had) 3 pockets and only 1 of them is still useable. The other 2 have holes in them. The elbow pad on my left arm shifted slightly in the fall and I got a couple of small abrasions on the inside of my left elbow. A few of the zippers are ruined. Not pictured are a few scuffs in the elbows from where it dragged. All-in-all I have to say the jacket held up where I needed it to so I was happy with that.
http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9998/jacket1i.jpg
http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/2648/jacket2b.jpg
Pants; my left knee pad obviously shifted a bit and resulted in a good patch of road rash on my left knee, but I wonder if it wouldn't have been as bad if I hadn't removed the patches used to cover the mesh vents on the pants. It was in the 90s so I had them off for good reason. A bit disappointed that the knee pad shifted that much but it shows a good argument for why strap-on knee/shin protection is a good idea. I'll probably be looking into that in the near future. Other than that, the pants are in fine condition.
http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/1498/pantsjd.jpg
Not pictured: Cracked glass screen on cell phone... there goes THAT warranty. :o At least it still works.
Oddly enough, my helmet was entirely unscathed. I guess my head was tucked up enough that I rolled around on my torso and legs. The boots were fine too except for a scuff on the left toe-slider where it dragged on the pavement.
One question I have is: Are the jacket/pants still safe to use? The pants I think may be questionable but the jacket seems fine, minus the holes in the front. I just can't use the pockets. I know I need new gloves for sure (with better palm protection) and my wife has already given me the okay to pull the trigger if I find a good deal on some used leathers - can't afford new. I've pretty much told her that I don't want to bother with buying new textile after seeing how it held up (or lack thereof) after sliding only a few feet on pavement.
Bodily injury:
Road-rash on my knee. Really doesn't hurt that bad any more except for right after a shower or if anything actually touches it - a bit painful going to work today wearing my dress pants.
http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/4095/kneej.jpg
Wonder if I should take a new pic to show how much skin is gone. :p
Bruised fingers. Fingertips still feel a bit funny, very faint tingly feeling.. kind of the way your mouth/jaw feels when the anesthesia is juuussst about completely worn off after getting a filling or if you have a part of your body fall asleep and is tingly as it "wakes up" and isn't quite woken up yet.
http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/8026/img2814di.jpg
Videos
Here's a couple of videos - They're relatively BORING if you're a fast rider as you'll probably be yawning and mocking me about how you could've gone double the speed. ;) These are LOOOUUUDD so make sure to turn down the volume. Straight off the memory card - I have no editing software yet. Ignore the date/time, setting the date/time on the camera is cumbersome and pointless. In the first one, if you do decide to listen to it at full volume, you can hear me and the girl I was following talking for a moment where she offers to have me follow her, she said she was responsible for me so I teased her about someone telling her to be in charge of me (being the newb) and she explained that they are all in charge of watching out for the person behind them. It's hard to hear her talking but you can hear me responding.
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Why I wrecked:
First and foremost, lack of skill, inexperience, overconfidence, etc. I make no excuses. I was probably going too fast and my inexperience got to me when the truck spooked me and I didn't react properly. In hindsight, had I just held my line, the truck was probably several feet from me and I would've been just fine had held my line and passed by.
A major contributing factor was fatigue. This was the longest ride I'd ever done in one day. I had no business riding that many miles being so new. We took breaks but I just stood around. The stop off for lunch got to me as I could feel my self winding down mentally and my body stiffening up from just sitting there. Long story short, I just shouldn't have gone on such a long ride so soon. To add to my fatigue, I spent a couple of hours Friday night hunched over the engine of my car, removing the starter and then reinstalling it then up late hanging out w/the neighbors. Was up very early the next morning to get started on building a gigantic wood outdoor play set my parents had bought for my kids (I'll have a separate post in Off-Topic for that one in a day or so :D) and worked on it from about 9am to 8pm so I was sunburnt, very achy and then didn't get to sleep until after midnight. On Sunday, day of the ride, I was up at 7am so I wasn't very well rested and still achy and sunburnt from the day before. All in all, factors that I ignored when deciding to ride so far on Sunday. I probably should've cut it short like the others but I just wanted to go out and have some fun.
I don't think I'll be doing any windy back roads for awhile. I'm a bit lost on how to overcome the inevitable fear I'll have once I get back on my bike and start riding. I'm sure the "Search" button on Ninjette will be worn out by me over the next week or 2 while I hunt for parts and perhaps some new gear and looking for tips for getting back on the proverbial horse once you've been knocked off. Probably start slow, side roads, a little practice in the parking lot, etc. Go back to infant mode, learning to crawl before you walk, walk before you run, etc.
If you've made it this far, bravo to you. :D Again, sorry if this seems a bit dramatized or melodramatic. It was just an entirely different experience and I felt like I should share it in hopes that it enlightens someone.
Now for the Cliff's Notes:
If you're TL;DR.... I went for a ride, with the right group of guys but due to stupidity, inexperience I wrecked. But I'm mostly fine, the bike still runs. Bikers ROCK!
Forewarning: THIS IS LOOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGG. Lots of pictures and some video (none of actual wreck). These events are told through the eyes of a newb rider so while this may seem a bit trite and old-hat to you more experienced folks I'm hoping my perspective may shed a different light for us newer riders.
The Ride
So, this past Sunday the group of I guys I was supposed to ride with but ended up riding w/the wrong guys (http://www.ninjette.org/forums/showthread.php?t=74188), were making the same run as they did the previous weekend where I was supposed to have tagged along except we were taking a few different roads this time around.
Met up @ 8:30am, left a little after 9am. One of the other riders said this was probably the biggest group they'd ever had w/14 bikes at the start. I was, again, the smallest bike with the next biggest being the next newest rider (1 year experience) riding a Suzuki GS500. I'm still a newb, riding since April and left the house with about 1150 miles on my odometer. At the end of the day I had right at 1500 miles.
The roads were great, still had an bunch of freakin' turtles on the road. This group of riders were a bit more organized with giving signals for debris, turns, slowing down, etc. Of course the faster riders took off and I was in the back with the 2 ladies in the group (not saying ladies are slow riders, just the fact they were back with me :)) Eventually one of them offered to let me follow her b/c they were both behind me every time and she thought I'd have a better time following. I agreed b/c they knew the roads so I could follow their lines and know how sharp the curves were. I was definitely doing better this week than the one before b/c I had someone to follow so I was better able to gauge entry speeds, braking zones, etc. I took some video (posted at the bottom) with my cheap-o eBay 5$ keychain camera.
Made our first stop off - mainly b/c the guys were waiting for us to catch up - where I made my first stupid mistake of the day: leaving my helmet just sitting on the passenger seat. I set it down long enough to just take a few photos of the group and in the 30 seconds it was there, a gust of wind blew it off. Luckily just a couple of scrapes, the guys took a look at it to make sure it didn't hit too hard and all agreed it should be safe to keep using.
First stop:
http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/458/groupa1.jpg
http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/9276/groupa2.jpg
Hit the road again and ended up stopping off about 25 miles down the road for guys to top off their tanks, get a drink, and chat a bit more. A few the guys made sure to come down and make sure I'm doing okay and all of them were extremely friendly - more so than the guys I was with the prior weekend.
Gas stop:
http://img804.imageshack.us/img804/9291/groupb1.jpg
We lost a few riders after this stop, but a majority of us continued on for some more back roads. On our longest straight ride - about 60 miles or so - I finally started experiencing the butt-numbing discomfort of riding for so long and had a massive itching on my nose and cheek that was driving me nuts. I kept begging for a stop sign or something coming up to give me a chance to pop my visor and scratch it. The cicadas felt like rocks hitting me and they were really bad. Everyone was clearing their visors at every stop. Having a blast the entire time, I was feeling pretty good about the fact I was gaining more confidence in what I could do and how far I could lean the motorcycle - mind you I know I'm FAAAR from the limits of the bike and the stock IRCs - but just overall confidence that I can keep leaning and the bike will stick. I realized I have a bizarre fear of going down steep hills w/curves at the bottom. I just kept having to slow myself down unnecessarily before reaching the bottom. I had gotten off work early and unexpectedly on Friday so I took the chance to go ride some back roads for a couple of hours and practice cornering. On this ride, I was taking 35mph turns at about 45-50 (speedo indicated) and 45mph turns at about 60 (speedo indicated) and I knew the bike could go faster but it wasn't going to happen w/me in the seat. :D
After another stop off at a gas station, we eventually made it to a little hole-in-the-wall place for lunch named Lazy River Cafe in a camping town named Lesterville. Between our stop for gas and Lesterville we had a couple more peel off to head back so we were down to about half our original size by the time we stopped for lunch. Didn't talk much as I was the "outsider" but listened enthusiastically and enjoyed being regaled with good food and the stories these guys had to tell about each other. I could feel myself starting to tense up from sitting still too long. We eventually got ready to go. Ominously, one of the other riders jested "most wrecks happen after eating a big meal." If only I had known.
Stop for lunch:
http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/7071/groupc1.jpg
Headed for a more direct route back to the first gas stop which is the semi-official end-point for the ride. Heading through some beautifully smooth back roads and that's when it happened.
I'm just going to describe the accident, and go over my impressions/details further down...
Coming around a slight downhill left-hand curve which raised into an uphill through the curve to straighten, there was a guy in an older F-150 who was crowding the center line, left tires were on the line, which spooked me as I felt like my head was going to pass uncomfortably close to his bumper. My mind let me drift a bit off my line towards the side of the road but I looked at the side of the road to see where I was and I think the whole "go where you look" thing got me as I realized "oh sh*t" I'm gonna hit the gravel/grass, and right as I started to push the left bar more to try and pull it back from the side of the road I hit the grass/gravel and away I went... low-side. Was only on the pavement about a half second but it tore up my left glove and left knee and I tumbled through the grass. I felt myself rolling and had the cognitive awareness to ball my hands into fists to avoid breaking fingers or anything. It only took a few seconds but as anyone will tell you, it felt like a minute. I kept thinking "oh crap, I'm sliding towards the trees I'm gonna hit a tree or get impaled on a log or something, but never did of course. I stopped on my side, popped onto my knees and already saw that 3 of the riders who had hung back with me had stopped. The guy closest to me, I gave him the thumbs up and he returned it then passed it along to the other riders.
Where it stopped:
http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/646/wreck1.jpg
The path less traveled... for a reason:
http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/25/wreck2.jpg
The other 3 riders with me (the rest of the group were loooong gone), 2 of these guys should've been long gone w/the main group as they were much faster but one was having to go slow b/c his rear tire was about shot and the other guy, his girlfriend/wife was one of the girls I'd been following throughout the day so I guess he just wanted to hang back and ride with her a bit. At this point, they sprung into action which was great b/c I was a bit lost, not from disorientation of the wreck but just in that "what do I do now" unpreparedness. The girl sat me down and gave me a quick road-side first-aid test - "how many fingers," " what day is it," "what's your name," stuff like that, had me move all my extremities, raise my arms over my head, checked out my pupils. Physical damage to me was minor - road rash in my left knee, bruised right hand, a couple of minor scrapes on my arms. I tried to get up to help but she kept telling me to sit down, felt like my wife was there :D but I know she was doing it for my well being. The other 2 guys got my bike back up on the road and got to work assessing damage. Eventually got the bike running - tip-over sensor was the culprit they said - and the shift lever was badly bent but I was able to get my toes under it enough to upshift. Seemed like it is running fine. Nursed it about 25 miles back to the gas station where the rest of the group was still there and all gave me the "happens to all of us" pep talk and reassured that the bike looked okay, I looked okay, and to make sure to get it fixed and back out riding ASAP. Longer I waited the more frazzled I'd be when I did start riding again. As silly as it sounds everyone all gave me a resounding "well, it's about as good as a first wreck as you could hope for in terms of damages and injury."
Before leaving, I exchanged phone numbers with the one girl with us and she asked me to call her and let her know when I made it home. Everyone was still heading the same way I needed to go to get home so I went with them and took a slightly longer way home so I could stay with the group longer - really didn't want to ride alone for very long. I made it the last 45 miles or so home. On the ride home I felt like I'd reverted to my first day of MSF class where I just barely had a grasp on the basics of riding and was making silly mistakes on the ride home, grabbing the front brake instead of easing on braking power, I wasn't comfortable with holding up the weight of the bike and felt like I was going to drop it when stopped at traffic lights, stuff like that.
In a silly turn of events, I got home, wife and kids inside, unaware of what happened yet. I just got off the phone with the girl, letting her know I was home when my wife texted me asking me to let her know at my next stop where I was at so she knew if I'd be home for dinner. I replied back "I'm in the garage." She came out, I was facing perpendicular to her position in the doorway so she couldn't really see my torn up gear. I had a sheepish grin on my face and turned to face the rest of her and she could see my tattered clothing and immediately the smiles on her face were wiped clean by a look of terror as she just gasped "what happened" to me. Told her simply "I wrecked" and just got her to focus on the fact that I'm fine for the most part and started apologizing to her b/c I knew she was scared of something like this and the fact that I just cost us quite a bit of money. She didn't care about money/damages just then and was glad I was home. Told her, in more detail what happened and why it happened and she was accepting of the fact. I told her it was my fault and mine alone as I just don't want her switching to the "OMG, drivers are crazy, you're never riding again" mode and blaming the guy in the truck. Ultimately, I'm all good and went on about my evening sharing the photos/video w/my friends on Facebook so they can all share in my stupidity.
Right up until the wreck I was having an absolute blast, loving every curve, hating every turtle and patch of gravel. Had a dog run out at one point. Stumbled across the lurking stream of water running across the road - first time running through water (it's in one of the posted vids). Got pelted by bugs that felt like rocks hitting me in the chest. Good times!
Once again I was just amazed at the camaraderie of fellow bikers. After my wreck the other 3 jumped right in and started taking care of me, the situation, everything, flagging down passers-by to slow them down, letting them know we're all good. Of the very few cars that came by, all but 1 offered the use of a cell phone if needed. I honestly have to say I was deeply moved that 3 people, whom I'd never met before, were treating me like a close friend. I've already told them I owe each of them a round of drinks or 2 and they've dismissed me already but I don't intend on letting them. I owe them more than they know simply b/c they helped keep me calm in a completely foreign (to me) situation.
Damages to the bike:
Broken turn signal, scraped fairings, slider is scraped up and slider bracket is bent a bit. Clutch lever and bar end are scraped up pretty bad. Some of the scuffs on the fairings actually rubbed off, there was a black scuff on the tank from where my boot scuffed as I came off the bike that rubbed right off as well.
http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/1214/bike1u.jpg
Bent shift lever. REALLY bent.
http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/1870/bike2i.jpg
Bent left handlebar/clip-on/whatever. Kind of hard to see but you can see it when in-person.
http://img837.imageshack.us/img837/1263/bike3q.jpg
I'll be posting up in the WTB section with a shopping list but if you have any of these parts and are willing to part with them please PM me with details.
Damages to gear:
Gloves; this kind of freaked me out b/c my left hand went down on the pavement for maybe a few feet. They did there job, my hand is unscathed save for some soreness but if I'd dragged for any longer I would've had some serious issues on my hand.
http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/9029/glovesn.jpg
Jacket; it's hard to see in these pictures but the jacket is torn up pretty good on the front which is odd b/c it didn't hit the pavement so all the rips are just from rolling through the ditch. I have (had) 3 pockets and only 1 of them is still useable. The other 2 have holes in them. The elbow pad on my left arm shifted slightly in the fall and I got a couple of small abrasions on the inside of my left elbow. A few of the zippers are ruined. Not pictured are a few scuffs in the elbows from where it dragged. All-in-all I have to say the jacket held up where I needed it to so I was happy with that.
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Pants; my left knee pad obviously shifted a bit and resulted in a good patch of road rash on my left knee, but I wonder if it wouldn't have been as bad if I hadn't removed the patches used to cover the mesh vents on the pants. It was in the 90s so I had them off for good reason. A bit disappointed that the knee pad shifted that much but it shows a good argument for why strap-on knee/shin protection is a good idea. I'll probably be looking into that in the near future. Other than that, the pants are in fine condition.
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Not pictured: Cracked glass screen on cell phone... there goes THAT warranty. :o At least it still works.
Oddly enough, my helmet was entirely unscathed. I guess my head was tucked up enough that I rolled around on my torso and legs. The boots were fine too except for a scuff on the left toe-slider where it dragged on the pavement.
One question I have is: Are the jacket/pants still safe to use? The pants I think may be questionable but the jacket seems fine, minus the holes in the front. I just can't use the pockets. I know I need new gloves for sure (with better palm protection) and my wife has already given me the okay to pull the trigger if I find a good deal on some used leathers - can't afford new. I've pretty much told her that I don't want to bother with buying new textile after seeing how it held up (or lack thereof) after sliding only a few feet on pavement.
Bodily injury:
Road-rash on my knee. Really doesn't hurt that bad any more except for right after a shower or if anything actually touches it - a bit painful going to work today wearing my dress pants.
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Wonder if I should take a new pic to show how much skin is gone. :p
Bruised fingers. Fingertips still feel a bit funny, very faint tingly feeling.. kind of the way your mouth/jaw feels when the anesthesia is juuussst about completely worn off after getting a filling or if you have a part of your body fall asleep and is tingly as it "wakes up" and isn't quite woken up yet.
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Videos
Here's a couple of videos - They're relatively BORING if you're a fast rider as you'll probably be yawning and mocking me about how you could've gone double the speed. ;) These are LOOOUUUDD so make sure to turn down the volume. Straight off the memory card - I have no editing software yet. Ignore the date/time, setting the date/time on the camera is cumbersome and pointless. In the first one, if you do decide to listen to it at full volume, you can hear me and the girl I was following talking for a moment where she offers to have me follow her, she said she was responsible for me so I teased her about someone telling her to be in charge of me (being the newb) and she explained that they are all in charge of watching out for the person behind them. It's hard to hear her talking but you can hear me responding.
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Why I wrecked:
First and foremost, lack of skill, inexperience, overconfidence, etc. I make no excuses. I was probably going too fast and my inexperience got to me when the truck spooked me and I didn't react properly. In hindsight, had I just held my line, the truck was probably several feet from me and I would've been just fine had held my line and passed by.
A major contributing factor was fatigue. This was the longest ride I'd ever done in one day. I had no business riding that many miles being so new. We took breaks but I just stood around. The stop off for lunch got to me as I could feel my self winding down mentally and my body stiffening up from just sitting there. Long story short, I just shouldn't have gone on such a long ride so soon. To add to my fatigue, I spent a couple of hours Friday night hunched over the engine of my car, removing the starter and then reinstalling it then up late hanging out w/the neighbors. Was up very early the next morning to get started on building a gigantic wood outdoor play set my parents had bought for my kids (I'll have a separate post in Off-Topic for that one in a day or so :D) and worked on it from about 9am to 8pm so I was sunburnt, very achy and then didn't get to sleep until after midnight. On Sunday, day of the ride, I was up at 7am so I wasn't very well rested and still achy and sunburnt from the day before. All in all, factors that I ignored when deciding to ride so far on Sunday. I probably should've cut it short like the others but I just wanted to go out and have some fun.
I don't think I'll be doing any windy back roads for awhile. I'm a bit lost on how to overcome the inevitable fear I'll have once I get back on my bike and start riding. I'm sure the "Search" button on Ninjette will be worn out by me over the next week or 2 while I hunt for parts and perhaps some new gear and looking for tips for getting back on the proverbial horse once you've been knocked off. Probably start slow, side roads, a little practice in the parking lot, etc. Go back to infant mode, learning to crawl before you walk, walk before you run, etc.
If you've made it this far, bravo to you. :D Again, sorry if this seems a bit dramatized or melodramatic. It was just an entirely different experience and I felt like I should share it in hopes that it enlightens someone.
Now for the Cliff's Notes:
If you're TL;DR.... I went for a ride, with the right group of guys but due to stupidity, inexperience I wrecked. But I'm mostly fine, the bike still runs. Bikers ROCK!