1978, riding my brand new KZ1000 LTD in downtown San Diego with my girlfriend on the back. My buddy and I decided to take a little putt downtown. We were side-by-side approaching a signal light about 100 feet up when it turned yellow, I gunned it, he braked, so I grabbed the front brake firmly to stop with him and discovered my lane was covered in tranny fluid, a very nice even distribution of oil about a half block long just so you’d never notice it if you weren’t looking. Almost to a stop and ‘Bang.’ Front wheel tucked and we’re down on the left side. No injury’s, broken mirror, turn-signal, and a wee little dent in the tank. My buddy stayed up (his lane was clean). Helmet, leather jacket, denims, and boots, nothing damaged (except my pride). Inexperience as a rider and overconfidence in my braking ability prime contributors, lesson learned.
1989 Suzuki Katana 600, road racing at Willow Springs in Cali, pole position, first lap, turn five (a 50-60 mph) right hander a guy tried to stuff me from behind and ran out of track – right under me, I never knew what hit me before I was sliding upside down feet in the air backwards on my shoulders and the back of my helmet where I then proceeded rag-dolling across the rocky infield. This by the way is a very painful way to stop even with full gear, (no CE armor in those days – just leathers, boots, gloves and helmet). Injuries included a chipped elbow with laceration, spiral fracture of my left fibula near the ankle, and raw knuckles from the track burning through my gloves while I was trying to hang onto the bike when it low sided. The 4 month recovery period pretty much ended my racing ambitions. Lesson learned, leave racing to the youngsters – injuries take longer to heal the older one gets, and henceforth all my gear shall include CE armor as all my body’s hard edges hurt when they get ‘rounded-off,’ and, they take their sweet time before they stop hurting.
-Jim