I mostly did, but the bike didn't. I wanted to post in the camping thread.
I had a great time at the Virginia rally, but unfortunately, I met with an accident on the way home. I'm banged up, but mostly uninjured. Damage to my helmet earned me a CAT scan. I got away with a headache. My gear kept me from any road rash. I snapped these photos while still a little disoriented. Common sense told me to get in the ambulance and go to the hospital.
Packed up to leave Willville.
Rt 133 just south of Damascus, VA
Skid marks indicate locked brakes. :violent1:
It was enough helmet this time. The only cut on my face was where my eyeglasses got my nose. Road rash on front and both sides of the helmet. Goggles are damaged as well.
My right ankle is sprained, but it doesn't appear to be too bad.
The turn through to tunnel is about 120 degrees. I could have been distracted by the tunnel and it blocks the view through the remainder of the turn. I got way too close to the center line. I was also noting the truck crowding or over it coming the other way. I remember closing in on the truck and I remember standing in the road with a bunch of people around. Whatever happened in between is gone. Bystanders told the EMT's I was disoriented. I have no clue how fast I was going, but with all the people about, it couldn't have been nutty. I tend to mind speed limits when traveling alone, but I enjoy a spirited pace through the turns.
I practice countersteering often, but the evidence here shows low side brakes full on. The truck hit the down bike. It worked out well as far as my body is concerned. I'll never know if I could have ridden inside the yellow lines without the brakes. With the tunnel there, I may have accelerated early. I'll never know. It all happens in nanoseconds and there is no time to think it through. Instinct takes over. I'm just glad the bike didn't stand up and drive into the truck. I might not be sending this message.
I departed the scene before the police arrived, so I still have to deal with that. The bike is in impound in Mountain View, TN. I still have to deal with that. It's five hours away and I have no truck or trailer. So, there's another decision to make. I'm sure it's not worth saving, but the value of the parts is a consideration.
The accident happened Sunday late morning. On Monday, the headache is gone. I seem to be bruised everywhere. My right shoulder, elbow, and ankle are the worst, but it's mostly bruises and raspberries caused by clothing abrasions. My leather jacket is scuffed everywhere. The Sliders lined trousers appear to have saved me some skin as well. There are holes in my gloves, and my hands lost no skin. I showed the doc in the hospital my helmet. I think they were all pleased not to have to put Humpty Dumpty together again.
So, my wife made a ten hour trip to retrieve my sorry ass.
I had to take the four and a half hour ride of shame with her. I called her from the ambulance with very spotty cell service. All she got was "accident". Several painful minutes for her before we could speak. She didn't give me any crap, but I know she would be very happy if I gave up the bikes. That seems unlikely. I lament to loss of a great bike. It was working well for me. Too bad I screwed the pooch.
I had a great time at the Virginia rally, but unfortunately, I met with an accident on the way home. I'm banged up, but mostly uninjured. Damage to my helmet earned me a CAT scan. I got away with a headache. My gear kept me from any road rash. I snapped these photos while still a little disoriented. Common sense told me to get in the ambulance and go to the hospital.
Packed up to leave Willville.
Rt 133 just south of Damascus, VA
Skid marks indicate locked brakes. :violent1:
It was enough helmet this time. The only cut on my face was where my eyeglasses got my nose. Road rash on front and both sides of the helmet. Goggles are damaged as well.
My right ankle is sprained, but it doesn't appear to be too bad.
The turn through to tunnel is about 120 degrees. I could have been distracted by the tunnel and it blocks the view through the remainder of the turn. I got way too close to the center line. I was also noting the truck crowding or over it coming the other way. I remember closing in on the truck and I remember standing in the road with a bunch of people around. Whatever happened in between is gone. Bystanders told the EMT's I was disoriented. I have no clue how fast I was going, but with all the people about, it couldn't have been nutty. I tend to mind speed limits when traveling alone, but I enjoy a spirited pace through the turns.
I practice countersteering often, but the evidence here shows low side brakes full on. The truck hit the down bike. It worked out well as far as my body is concerned. I'll never know if I could have ridden inside the yellow lines without the brakes. With the tunnel there, I may have accelerated early. I'll never know. It all happens in nanoseconds and there is no time to think it through. Instinct takes over. I'm just glad the bike didn't stand up and drive into the truck. I might not be sending this message.
I departed the scene before the police arrived, so I still have to deal with that. The bike is in impound in Mountain View, TN. I still have to deal with that. It's five hours away and I have no truck or trailer. So, there's another decision to make. I'm sure it's not worth saving, but the value of the parts is a consideration.
The accident happened Sunday late morning. On Monday, the headache is gone. I seem to be bruised everywhere. My right shoulder, elbow, and ankle are the worst, but it's mostly bruises and raspberries caused by clothing abrasions. My leather jacket is scuffed everywhere. The Sliders lined trousers appear to have saved me some skin as well. There are holes in my gloves, and my hands lost no skin. I showed the doc in the hospital my helmet. I think they were all pleased not to have to put Humpty Dumpty together again.
So, my wife made a ten hour trip to retrieve my sorry ass.
I had to take the four and a half hour ride of shame with her. I called her from the ambulance with very spotty cell service. All she got was "accident". Several painful minutes for her before we could speak. She didn't give me any crap, but I know she would be very happy if I gave up the bikes. That seems unlikely. I lament to loss of a great bike. It was working well for me. Too bad I screwed the pooch.
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