My Busa and I went down today. I'm fine. I wasn't hurt even a little. But the Busa is sad shape, cosmetically.
I was at a four way stop intersection near my house. I had pulled up about seven feet behind a car that was also stopped waiting to go. I was in his left wheel tracks, so clearly visable in two mirrors. From the right a semi-truck was making a left turn in front of us. The car driver in front of me decided to back up to give the semi-truck more room. I yelled, I honked, I revved my engine, and I tried in vain to back away from this car now backing into me. Nothing worked. He backed right into my front right side, knocking me and my Busa down to the left. He was still backing up as I jumped up. And he was starting to pull away when I started pounding on his window to tell him to stop. He never knew I was there or that he had hit me.
It was a terrible experience. And a helpless one. As much as I tried to back away, there was no escaping that bumper coming at me. Even after I was down he still backed up another foot or so. He didn't stop until he was far enough back that my bike was partially under his car and I had to have him more forward a bit so I could pick the Busa off the street.
Fortunately I am not hurt at all. He was not hurt at all. And he was nice about the whole thing once he realized what had happened. We exchanged info and my insurance promises to help get the bike back into mint condition (by billing his insurance of course.)
This pic shows where his car hit me.
I was at a four way stop intersection near my house. I had pulled up about seven feet behind a car that was also stopped waiting to go. I was in his left wheel tracks, so clearly visable in two mirrors. From the right a semi-truck was making a left turn in front of us. The car driver in front of me decided to back up to give the semi-truck more room. I yelled, I honked, I revved my engine, and I tried in vain to back away from this car now backing into me. Nothing worked. He backed right into my front right side, knocking me and my Busa down to the left. He was still backing up as I jumped up. And he was starting to pull away when I started pounding on his window to tell him to stop. He never knew I was there or that he had hit me.
It was a terrible experience. And a helpless one. As much as I tried to back away, there was no escaping that bumper coming at me. Even after I was down he still backed up another foot or so. He didn't stop until he was far enough back that my bike was partially under his car and I had to have him more forward a bit so I could pick the Busa off the street.
Fortunately I am not hurt at all. He was not hurt at all. And he was nice about the whole thing once he realized what had happened. We exchanged info and my insurance promises to help get the bike back into mint condition (by billing his insurance of course.)
This pic shows where his car hit me.
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