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So a little (long) while ago, I got into an accident on the bike. It’s actually an interesting story. Read on if you want to hear the details, skip to the pics if you just want to just see the shiny newness.
Accident:
It was the first time my girl got on the bike. I took her to a family cookout, and everybody was taking pictures of us when we left. I got back to my city, which houses the worst drivers I’ve ever seen (and I’ve been ALL around the country), and when I was a few blocks from my destination, it happened. I was going down the street, in traffic, and some absolutely idiotic girl was stopped in the oncoming lane waiting to turn left (in front of my lane).
For some reason, she never saw the bright red bike with HID hi and low beams on, bright red clothes on the rider and passenger, and nor did she hear the mid-pipe only exhaust that I have. She turned into me, excuse me, she turned into my girlfriend’s leg, as I passed her, hitting my girlfriend, and dragging her off the bike. The sudden dismount of my passenger sent an awesome rebound through the bike, and down I went as well.
We both had on helmets, jackets, gloves, and boots. I also had on Draggin jeans. I came out of it with some bruises on my knees (no knee armor on), and she had about a foot gash in her leg (from what, I don’t know, either my license plate, or the compression just caused her to literally burst at the “seamâ€â€¦yeah, pretty gross thought). Well, when I got back to her, I could see right into her leg…but it was just “skin deep.†I could see all the subcutaneous fat, but no muscle, tendon, ligament, or bone was involved. So, off to the hospital she went in the ambulance, and there I was talking to the cop.
Like many of you (I’m sure), I carry my registration in the tiger glove box in my hump. Well, I had taken off the hump to put the rear seat on, so my girlfriend could ride….so my registration was in the hump…at my house. The cop actually made me ride home, get my registration, and bring it back to the scene, or he was going to give me a ticket for not having it. Yeah, let’s have a guy who was just in a motorcycle accident, who’s passenger just got taken out of here in an ambulance…get back on his motorcycle and drive a million miles an hour home and back again, so that he doesn’t get a ticket, and so he can get to the hospital to make sure his girlfriend isn’t dying, because he really has no idea how bad she is (Did I tell you she was unconscious when I got to her and her helmet was rashed? It seems that when the car caught her leg and pulled her off the bike, her body acted like a whip, and her helmet came slamming into the concrete...) ….Yeah, great idea. But hey, I didn’t get a ticket, so I’m glad for it. Haha.
Anyway, after 14 or so days in the hospital where she had 4 surgeries to clean and sew up her leg, she came home, and with the help of her physical therapist / personal trainer / boyfriend…she’s made a full recovery and just has one *****in’ scar to show for it. Seriously, I started stretching her the very next day after the accident, and every day when I visited her, I’d stretch her, massage her and do some aided resistance exercises with her so she wouldn’t atrophy from being bed-ridden. And now she can run, jump, and come with me to the gym 7 days a week again.
Shiny newness:
Well, every time I get into an accident (remember what I said about the city with the worst drivers I’ve ever seen????) I use it as an opportunity to make some changes. I see it as a blessing instead of a curse. So, I decided to put on some Race Railz (which turned into 905 Racing armor), and replace the tank with a carbon fiber one (which turned into a fiberglass one). Don’t get me wrong, I still had to shell out some extra dough to get it done, but not as much if I didn’t get to use some insurance money (my tank got dented in the accident….no idea how, maybe from my knee???), so I got to use the money they gave me for a new tank and put it towards the fiberglass one. Anyway, here are the pics.
These pics are of the accident damage. The bike went down on the left side, and did some good scraping, hence why I wanted the race armor.
Accident:
It was the first time my girl got on the bike. I took her to a family cookout, and everybody was taking pictures of us when we left. I got back to my city, which houses the worst drivers I’ve ever seen (and I’ve been ALL around the country), and when I was a few blocks from my destination, it happened. I was going down the street, in traffic, and some absolutely idiotic girl was stopped in the oncoming lane waiting to turn left (in front of my lane).
For some reason, she never saw the bright red bike with HID hi and low beams on, bright red clothes on the rider and passenger, and nor did she hear the mid-pipe only exhaust that I have. She turned into me, excuse me, she turned into my girlfriend’s leg, as I passed her, hitting my girlfriend, and dragging her off the bike. The sudden dismount of my passenger sent an awesome rebound through the bike, and down I went as well.
We both had on helmets, jackets, gloves, and boots. I also had on Draggin jeans. I came out of it with some bruises on my knees (no knee armor on), and she had about a foot gash in her leg (from what, I don’t know, either my license plate, or the compression just caused her to literally burst at the “seamâ€â€¦yeah, pretty gross thought). Well, when I got back to her, I could see right into her leg…but it was just “skin deep.†I could see all the subcutaneous fat, but no muscle, tendon, ligament, or bone was involved. So, off to the hospital she went in the ambulance, and there I was talking to the cop.
Like many of you (I’m sure), I carry my registration in the tiger glove box in my hump. Well, I had taken off the hump to put the rear seat on, so my girlfriend could ride….so my registration was in the hump…at my house. The cop actually made me ride home, get my registration, and bring it back to the scene, or he was going to give me a ticket for not having it. Yeah, let’s have a guy who was just in a motorcycle accident, who’s passenger just got taken out of here in an ambulance…get back on his motorcycle and drive a million miles an hour home and back again, so that he doesn’t get a ticket, and so he can get to the hospital to make sure his girlfriend isn’t dying, because he really has no idea how bad she is (Did I tell you she was unconscious when I got to her and her helmet was rashed? It seems that when the car caught her leg and pulled her off the bike, her body acted like a whip, and her helmet came slamming into the concrete...) ….Yeah, great idea. But hey, I didn’t get a ticket, so I’m glad for it. Haha.
Anyway, after 14 or so days in the hospital where she had 4 surgeries to clean and sew up her leg, she came home, and with the help of her physical therapist / personal trainer / boyfriend…she’s made a full recovery and just has one *****in’ scar to show for it. Seriously, I started stretching her the very next day after the accident, and every day when I visited her, I’d stretch her, massage her and do some aided resistance exercises with her so she wouldn’t atrophy from being bed-ridden. And now she can run, jump, and come with me to the gym 7 days a week again.
Shiny newness:
Well, every time I get into an accident (remember what I said about the city with the worst drivers I’ve ever seen????) I use it as an opportunity to make some changes. I see it as a blessing instead of a curse. So, I decided to put on some Race Railz (which turned into 905 Racing armor), and replace the tank with a carbon fiber one (which turned into a fiberglass one). Don’t get me wrong, I still had to shell out some extra dough to get it done, but not as much if I didn’t get to use some insurance money (my tank got dented in the accident….no idea how, maybe from my knee???), so I got to use the money they gave me for a new tank and put it towards the fiberglass one. Anyway, here are the pics.
These pics are of the accident damage. The bike went down on the left side, and did some good scraping, hence why I wanted the race armor.