Well, to all my friends here, the day finally came for me.
***Side note: I hope that any newbies here will also take note. I feel that I have attained a reasonable level of control over a motorcycle. I can wheelie, stoppie, skitch, ride twisties, do burn-outs, etc. on a bike.***
Monday I was on a leisurely ride home from one of our favorite twisty roads. It was about 2 pm and the weather was a beautiful, sunny 80 degrees. My friend was leading the two of us. He was 2 car lengths behind a caravan of about 4 cars. I had two cars behind me. About 5-6 miles from my home, we were coming around a slight corner when an automobile driver veered into my lane. He narrowly missed the first cycle and was still headed towards me. I slowed as easily as I could and pulled as far right into my lane as possible. There are some driveways to businesses and some aren't paved around this part of Highway 14. I ran through some dirt and gravel and began to 'fish-tail'. This is the moment where I lost control of the bike.
The back tire came around my left side and the bike began to low side. After a few feet I became detatched from the motorcycle. The bike slid beside me as we both headed towards a parked car at approximately 45 mph. I hit the car head first followed by my hands and lower body. I became wedged under the rear quarter panel of the car. My friend looked back to see if I made it and saw I was gone. He turned around to come help me.
I never completely lost consciousness. I remember sliding helplessly towards that blue car. I remember (and still feel) the pain of the impact. I remember checking to see if my neck, back, head, or pelvis were injured. After noting that I could move my fingers and toes and that I had no loss of feeling, I breathed my first sigh of relief.
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My friend waited for the police while I was loaded up in the ambulance.
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He told me when he got to the hospital that the first thing the cop asked when he got there was, "Which wheel was he on?" My friend told him that if he was gonna jump to those type of conclusions, maybe they needed to get someone else to work the wreck.
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After asking the two witnesses who were behind me what happened, the one in the back said, "I think he may have been doing a wheelie."
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I was definitely on two wheels. I love how people jump to conclusions about how all sportbikers are 'stunters in training'.
Nobody was able to give a clear description of the car that came into my lane.
***Side note: I hope that any newbies here will also take note. I feel that I have attained a reasonable level of control over a motorcycle. I can wheelie, stoppie, skitch, ride twisties, do burn-outs, etc. on a bike.***
Monday I was on a leisurely ride home from one of our favorite twisty roads. It was about 2 pm and the weather was a beautiful, sunny 80 degrees. My friend was leading the two of us. He was 2 car lengths behind a caravan of about 4 cars. I had two cars behind me. About 5-6 miles from my home, we were coming around a slight corner when an automobile driver veered into my lane. He narrowly missed the first cycle and was still headed towards me. I slowed as easily as I could and pulled as far right into my lane as possible. There are some driveways to businesses and some aren't paved around this part of Highway 14. I ran through some dirt and gravel and began to 'fish-tail'. This is the moment where I lost control of the bike.
The back tire came around my left side and the bike began to low side. After a few feet I became detatched from the motorcycle. The bike slid beside me as we both headed towards a parked car at approximately 45 mph. I hit the car head first followed by my hands and lower body. I became wedged under the rear quarter panel of the car. My friend looked back to see if I made it and saw I was gone. He turned around to come help me.
I never completely lost consciousness. I remember sliding helplessly towards that blue car. I remember (and still feel) the pain of the impact. I remember checking to see if my neck, back, head, or pelvis were injured. After noting that I could move my fingers and toes and that I had no loss of feeling, I breathed my first sigh of relief.
My friend waited for the police while I was loaded up in the ambulance.
He told me when he got to the hospital that the first thing the cop asked when he got there was, "Which wheel was he on?" My friend told him that if he was gonna jump to those type of conclusions, maybe they needed to get someone else to work the wreck.
After asking the two witnesses who were behind me what happened, the one in the back said, "I think he may have been doing a wheelie."
I was definitely on two wheels. I love how people jump to conclusions about how all sportbikers are 'stunters in training'.
Nobody was able to give a clear description of the car that came into my lane.
I feel kind of bad for asking hte new stunter if he knew you. 
