Author Topic: Tell me your Crash Story  (Read 2602 times)

Offline Blitztour

  • New Goose
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 27
  • My last Red Motorcycle
Tell me your Crash Story
« on: June 30, 2012, 11:46:00 AM »
In light of Ratguzzis mishap, I started thinking about how many of us have been down hard and still ride.

I mean its never occurred to me that a crash would end my love for motorcycles, but I know plenty of people who stopped ridding after they crashed.

But more importantly, Im truly interested in how a bad crash changed the way you ride and really wanna hear your crash story.  And if you've got pictures, I'd love to see those as well.

OK, here's mine:

My worst crash occurred May1986.  My (then) fiance Cathy was working the Seattle International Film Festival at the Egyptian Theater on Capitol Hill. Theyd just ordered Chinese food for the staff and crew and I volunteer to go get it on my motorcycle. Its only a few blocks away and I can maneuver through traffic and find parking a lot easier on the bike.

So, I say, who wants to ride on back and hold the bags? Cathys best friend Darcy says, I wanna go for a ride. Take me So, we hop on my beloved 81 Gpz 1100 and away we go. (and yes, I was a lot younger and dumber, then)

Sitting at the stop sign at the corner of Pike and Boylston in downtown Seattle is a junkie named Clee Oliver McVeigh (absolutely true) He's just robbed a truck from his girlfriends mother and is on his way to Harborview Hospital in Seattle.  

Seems this asshole is in the midst of a sever withdrawal episode because hes sold his allotment of methadone to buy some reds, weed and wine.

Unfortunately, his self medication has not been as effective as the methadone and hes jonesn big time.

As I approach the intersection, he looks right at me, look right at an oncoming car  about to enter the intersectionand hit's the gas!

To this moment I have no clue why he did it, but if someone had said heres $10 grand, kill these people on the motorcycle with this truck, thats exactly how it would have gone down. (BTW, at the time of this accident, there was no helmet law in WA State and neither of us had helmets on)

I had about 2 seconds to react. If Id been alone, Id have laid it down like a dirt bike going into a tree, but I was 2 up. Amazing how quick you think in an emergency. When necessary, the human brain can out process any computer(I know I did!)

I knew we were going to hit so I locked out my arms, hit the brakes and arched my back into Darcy to absorb some of the impact.  

Its a 30 mph street and I braked as hard as I could and figure we were doing about 15+ mph on impact

The rest is a blur.

We T boned the truck almost dead center and were both catapulted over the other side, landed on our backs and bounced a few times. How we didnt sustain head injuries is a mystery to me but they say God protects children and idiots.

The witnesses all said that I got up and ran over to Darcy before I passed out, but I dont remember any of it. We were 2 blocks away from a fire station and response was almost instantaneous! My first recollection is the paramedic standing over me saying, We cant find a pulse

As I came too, my girlfriend and everyone (staff and crew) at the Theater had run down the block and the bar on the corner where wed crashed had emptied.
A lot of people were standing around us and my girlfriend was just weeping cause she thought we were both dead.

Darcy was hurt really bad. She left a tooth in the back of my head, fractured her cheek and collarbones, chipped elbow bone and all sorts of cuts, contusions and bruises.

I had two puncture wounds in both forearms from the tie down cleat I hit, plus C4&C7 in my neck hyper extended and damn near paralyzed me (theyre fried for the rest of my life) But the most amazing part was what I did with my legs.
Just before we hit and I was bracing for the impact, I squeezed the tank so hard between my knees, I crushed it!

If you look at the picture youll see the crease where I literally pinched the tank together. That took about 1500 lb per sq inch to crush a steel tank. Adrenaline is an amazing thing!

I tore the muscle off the inner part of my left thigh and that took over a year to heal up.

Ive always been into working out and staying in good shape so I healed up to the point where its almost a non-issue.

As a matter of fact both Darcy and I made a near complete recovery. She has some beautiful new teeth and its still hard to look over my left shoulder. But all in all, we were about as lucky as two people without helmets can be.

She hadnt been on a motorcycle since that day. So, last May on our 25th anniversary of the accident, we took a ride and went out for lunch.  It was great! (For both of us!)

As for Clee?
I was told that several bystanders pulled him from the truck and started punching him after they realized he was drunk and on drugs.  The police took statements, he was arrested and last I heard he'd ended up serving 40 days of a 6 month sentence.

For the first 5 years I was really angry.  I could still feel the effects of the accident and wanted to find him and kick the shit out of him.  

Then one day, I actually got him on the phone. I won't bore you with the details, but 30 seconds into the conversation, I realized he was such a pathetic shell, it wasnt worth talking to him. He just didnt get how badly hed altered two lives.

And at that point I concluded Id invested enough energy into trying to make sense of what hed done and I just let it go. Felt great!
I imagine hell become what he deserves to be. (Wow, that was therapeutic:  )

How has it made me a better rider?
Since that day, I dont take for granted that the other guy sees me or knows the limitations of my ability to stop. I treat every intersection and side street like a potential death trap (controlled or uncontrolled) Ever if I make eye contact with the driver, Im always ready to take defensive action. It's even carried over to the way I drive my car!

On the interstates and back roads of WA, I still ride it like I stole it.  :+=copcar But in town, I drive like a nun.

Only other long term effect from that day is, I havent been able to own another red motorcycle. Go Figure...

  








« Last Edit: June 30, 2012, 11:56:39 AM by Blitztour »
Alfonso

2012 Griso 8V
2008 1200 Sport
2002 Buell M2 L
2005 ZZR 1200

Offline fotoguzzi

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 13745
  • vee git tooh soon oldt und too late wise -my Dad
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #1 on: June 30, 2012, 11:54:33 AM »
first crash when I was 17, second crash at 57.. busted 2 ribs and a knuckle.. Aerostich and Nolan saved my bacon.. Bike works better than ever now!

2009 Buel xb12XT Ulysses
 2011 Sachs MadAss 125

72 Honda Trail 90's
 MINNEAPOLIS, MN

Offline Blitztour

  • New Goose
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 27
  • My last Red Motorcycle
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #2 on: June 30, 2012, 12:05:15 PM »
Did it change the way you ride? Did you go down because of someone else?
Alfonso

2012 Griso 8V
2008 1200 Sport
2002 Buell M2 L
2005 ZZR 1200

Offline Sasquatch Jim

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • Posts: 6572
  • Sidecar - Best drive by shooting vehicle ever
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #3 on: June 30, 2012, 01:05:20 PM »
  I just hate it when I wake up dead.
  I opened my eyes and saw nothing, it was dark.
 A voice kept repeating, " You had a motorcycle crash but you are in a hospital now. We will take good care of you".
 I could move my left hand a little but that was all and even that felt restricted. As I began to awake I began to hurt, BAD.  There was something in my mouth and it felt like something up my nose too.  In my mind I saw the deer about 12 inches in front of me.  I knew it had been about 0930 on a bright sunny first day of summer and now it was dark.
 I asked what time it was.  She said 10 PM.   I said then I have been unconcious for more than ten hours.
 She asked if I knew what day it was and I said, "Sunday".
 She said it's Wednesday, you were brought here Sunday morning.
 I began to see a little in the dim hospital night lights.  I was in some kind of special bed and my upper torso slightly elevated.  I was fastened all around so that not much could move.  I saw that something was taped into my left hand.
 I asked if it was a call button.  She said, " You do not need a call button. You are in an intensive care room and someone is with you 24 / 7.  The button activates a morphine drip through an I.V. needle."
 I began repeatedly pushing the button.
 She said, " there is a governor on it so you cannot kill yourself with an over dose."
 I began to drift, the pain subsided and the lights went dark.
 The next day, I think, I awoke to daylight and pain.  I pressed the button a couple of times.
 I asked the extent of my injuries.
 I had 8 broken ribs, some in more than one place and one puncturing a lung.  Broken shoulder, broken collar bone,
numerous evulsions, some stitched up, numerous LARGE bruises, and  looked as if I had won second place in a sledgehammer fight.  Actually I had won first prize as the opponent had not survived at all.
 I had been helo life flighted to the best Trauma center on the west coast,  Harborview, Seattle.
 I had apparently been dead on arrival of the EMTs who took that as a challenge and went skillfully to work on poor Lazarus.
Sasquatch Jim        Humanoid, sort of.

Offline Offcamber1

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • Posts: 6741
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #4 on: June 30, 2012, 01:38:07 PM »
Two big ones:

1.  In 1980 a pickup pulled an impromptu U-turn in front of me.  T-boned him doing 55mph barely had time to do more than stand up on the left foot peg and the brake pedal.  Totalled a full dress R90/6, but walked away.  Two days later my right knee swelled to the size of a melon, had problems with it ever since.  Also got 30 stitches in my shoulder where I removed the rear view mirror off the pickup; chunks of fless missing, but no long term damage there.  I was young and invincible at the time and too stupid to change my driving habits as I percieved it as the other guys fault.

2.  August 2007, went for an early evening cool off ride after dinner.  Deer popped out of a corn field and hit him dead center (litterally, I crushed the doe's rib cage) at about 45mph.  Broken ribs, clavical, scapula, and a really odd soft tissue issue to my right thigh that had no puncture, but required surgery a week later with 60 stitches to sew the skin back onto the muscle underneith.  As I told my wife in the ER that night, "I'm still invicible, I'm just not as invincible as I used to be."  I was back on a bike (same one, in fact. It came off better than either the doe or myself.) the following late spring but this event REALLY effected my riding.  I will no longer ride at night, dawn, or dusk, and I am extremely paranoid where I do not have good field of vision.  Likely put less than 1500 miles a year on a bike now.  Honestly, that deer really sucked the fun out of my hobby.
Its a fair cop, but society is to blame.

Offline rossw

  • Guzzi Mentor
  • ****
  • Posts: 371
  • My wife let me have a motorbike again.
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #5 on: June 30, 2012, 05:41:12 PM »
I've been quite fortunate to date. Several minor ones early on, including a bozo who did a U turn right in front of me and damaged no more than the indicator on the Honda CB200 I was riding. That was one tough little bike. The side of his car however...

I suppose the worst was one on my GPz900R that was my own stupid fault, not a SMIDSY at all. I was stuck at an intersection due to roadworks. Long story short, I thought I had one car giving way to another car that wasn't crossing my path. I didn't figure on the car giving way moving out a little and in doing so crossing my path. Next thing I knew, I was lying on the road surrounded byt spectators. The road was hot because it was mid January and a sunny day. I had the most intense pain I've ever experienced in my left leg and didn't know if it was broken or not.

I remember the sound of the ambulance siren that day as the most welcome sound I've ever heard.

Upshot was, my leg wasn't broken, no ligaments torn, just an 8cm gash in my left leg left by the centrestand lever and a lot of bruising. I was out of the ER at Westmead by 10PM that day and spent the next week unable to lower my left leg below my waist without it hurting.

I consider myself quite lucky given the experiences of some. I fixed that bike up and as soon as I could went back to riding. Later on, a stint overseas and a period of financial struggle stopped me from riding for a number of years. I got back into riding again about two years ago, and I ride to work very day. Most days, my son goes on the pillion to school as well. My helicopter sister is probably horrified about that but she has the good sense not to criticize.

2003 Moto Guzzi V750ie Breva. It may not be fast, but it's mine!
Previously: 1976 Honda CB200
                       1980 Suzuki GS450S
                       1985 Kawasaki GPz900R
                       1980 Honda CB250RS

Offline Sasquatch Jim

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • Posts: 6572
  • Sidecar - Best drive by shooting vehicle ever
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #6 on: June 30, 2012, 08:05:18 PM »
 What is a helicopter sister?
Sasquatch Jim        Humanoid, sort of.

Offline ranette

  • Weekend Warrior
  • ***
  • Posts: 234
    • The Gables Inn
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #7 on: June 30, 2012, 08:19:05 PM »
What is a helicopter sister?
Parents who hover over their kids like a helicopter, becoming involved, overly involved, in every aspect of their kid's life.
2009 Griso 8V-Moon White

Offline Sasquatch Jim

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • Posts: 6572
  • Sidecar - Best drive by shooting vehicle ever
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #8 on: June 30, 2012, 09:49:41 PM »
First time term for me.
Sasquatch Jim        Humanoid, sort of.

Offline ranette

  • Weekend Warrior
  • ***
  • Posts: 234
    • The Gables Inn
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #9 on: June 30, 2012, 10:00:15 PM »
First time term for me.
I started hearing it only a few months ago so you're not that far out of the loop.
2009 Griso 8V-Moon White

Offline Blitztour

  • New Goose
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 27
  • My last Red Motorcycle
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #10 on: June 30, 2012, 10:08:22 PM »
Wow! That sounds like you damn near bought the farm!

And you're touching on one of my biggest fears, which is coming around a corner,  and seeing a deer in the middle of the road.

I don't even want to imagine what it would be like to clip a deer at speed.


Alfonso

2012 Griso 8V
2008 1200 Sport
2002 Buell M2 L
2005 ZZR 1200

Offline guzziks

  • Guzzi Mentor
  • ****
  • *
  • Posts: 442
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #11 on: June 30, 2012, 10:17:15 PM »
first time was 16, car pulled out from side street.  I was probably going 35 or so.  Slid back tire, then tried to turn hard right to go into street him came out of.  Almost made it.  Hit him sideways and the bike took most of the impact.  My head hit is car window post and broke my glasses.  Only other thing was swollen ankle.  Lucked out as speed at impact was slow.  Still remember like it was last week.  He claimed the sun was in his eyes and could not see me.  Made me a lot more concious of where the sun resided when riding.

Second and potentially fatal one occurred during the Wisconsin Guzzi rally about 92.  Pickup towing a hay wagon turned left right in front of me.  We had eye contact before he turned.  Said he was in a hurry and thought he would beat me.  Lucklily I was slowing down when I saw him coming and signalling, but after he looked me in the eye, I let off the brakes, did not speed up and wham he turns.  Rather than getting decapitated by the wagon, I slammed the rear brake on, (this was after I started to skid on the front brake and knew I coulc not stop) pushed the bike down sideways, dove off the bike to slide on the ground. thinking man this is gonna hurt when I hit the rear tire of the trailor or get run over, but luck and good fortune prevailed.  I tucked and rolled for one somersault, ended standing up looking at what was left of my bike.  The bike hit the back tire of the wagon, richocetted to the front tire and flew back to near where it had first hit the ground.  Only injury was skinned bruised knees, Jeans are worthless in a crash.

I never quit riding, but extremely cautious at intersections, whether in the country or the city.  Don't trust anyone in a car.  Also, I don't ride in city traffic anymore unless it is unavoidable.
Walt Collins
07 Norge
sv650 track bike

Offline prof_stack

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 666
  • Ride safely. You are invisible.
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #12 on: June 30, 2012, 11:05:44 PM »
Timely post.  Exactly FIVE years ago today, also on Saturday, I found myself at Harborview hospital in Seattle, at about this very time.

On a one-way street, in the middle lane, I approached an intersection that had blinking yellow lights.  There was an SUV to my left who slowed down.  I thought he was going to turn left.

But, he was stopping for a Honda Civic driver coming from the left (with blinking red lights) who decided to shoot through the intersection.  The Civic driver didn't see me, and I him.

I remember a car right in front of my Buell XB and me trying to hit the brakes.  I was doing about 18mph when I hit him.

According to the police report diagram, I landed in the middle of the intersection, having gone over the Civic.  All I remember is people asking me stupid questions, like "Who is the president?" and "How old are you?"  I couldn't answer them.  The egg had scrambled.

Anyway, I spent the night in the ER, got CT scanned and x-rayed and rudely probed in the rear.  I had a sprained right ankle and right neck.  ATTGATT saved my hide.

The Buell got fixed, I don't know why, and so did I.

Now I would anticipate that Honda Civic.  My sense of danger improved a lot that night.  The Buell got sold a year to the day later, and I got a Nevada from M.I.
Cycle therapy is the best therapy.
Current rides:  2007 Breva 750

Offline Testarossa

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 1514
    • Skiing History
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #13 on: June 30, 2012, 11:27:11 PM »
A number of low-speed get-offs but only one injury:  July 4 weekend 1974, and I was riding in a group of four bikes from Manhattan up to St. Jovite in Quebec. Three Hondas and a brand-new Ducati 750 SS. My Honda 500 was the smallest and slowest of the bikes but I had no trouble keeping up with the Honda 750s. We took Vermont 100 most of the way up. At the border, the Duc owner asked if I wanted to ride the desmo, so we swapped bikes. I went at it gently to feel the bike out, but it was so solid and stable I just kept wicking it up and took the lead. On a two-lane country road heading north toward Montreal, I swept around a corner at about 65mph and saw that a crew had just filled in a ditch across the road, with dirt and gravel. I grabbed the brakes hard and downshifted a couple of times (the three Brembos were far more powerful than the single disc and drum on my Honda) and I probably hit the ditch at about 30, still leaned over. The front wheel went left, I high-sided, the bike slid on its right side. I flipped and landed on the left side of my helmet and my left shoulder. Got up right away and went to lift the bike but knew immediately I'd broken the left collarbone.

The guys arrived and all I could say, over and over, was "I f***ed up your bike, I f***ked up your bike!"  In fact the Duc was rideable: the right footpeg was gone and the right side of the fairing alll busted up, but nothing else was bent or out of place. I got a ride to the local clinic, where I announced "J'ai brise mon clavicle," and they assumed I was a local and put me in a plaster tee-shirt. No charge. When I got back to the scene, the right footpeg had already been welded back on by a local, and the fairling wired up so it wouldn't flap around. We parked my bike and I got a lift into Montreal; that night, at a fancy restaurant, we had to paint a tie onto the front of my body cast to meet the dress code. I flew home next day and six weeks later flew back to collect the Honda. Damage to the Duc amounted to $400 -- of course those were real dollars.

Lesson learned: never ride another man's bike.
« Last Edit: June 30, 2012, 11:32:15 PM by Testarossa »
1974 850T
1970 Triumph TR6R
1974 Yamaha TA125
Gone:
1959 Piper Comanche 250
1969 Harley/Aermacchi 350SS
1971 Honda CB500/4
1974 Laverda 750 SF2
1991 Suzuki VX800

Offline prof_stack

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 666
  • Ride safely. You are invisible.
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #14 on: June 30, 2012, 11:47:52 PM »
Two big ones:

1.  ...

2.  ... It came off better than either the doe or myself.) the following late spring but this event REALLY effected my riding.  I will no longer ride at night, dawn, or dusk, and I am extremely paranoid where I do not have good field of vision.  Likely put less than 1500 miles a year on a bike now.  Honestly, that deer really sucked the fun out of my hobby.

After reading about deer strikes, I have great trepidation about some of my favorite rides through forest and gorge roads.  It seems to happen instantly with no chance to react.  

I liked it better when I was younger and unaware of such things...
Cycle therapy is the best therapy.
Current rides:  2007 Breva 750

Offline Stormtruck2

  • AKA Scotch and Cigars
  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 5613
  • Geese Fly in a Proper V
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #15 on: July 01, 2012, 10:29:51 AM »
Saturday in 1978.  The day before had bought a brand new Yamaha XS Eleven Special.  Since I bought the bike new, the dealer gave me a great discount on gear.  I bought a Bell full face helmet and of course the obligatory leather jacket, boots,  and ass less chaps.  Man back then I rocked those chaps. :D ::) Rode 200 miles that day after I had bought the bike after work.  Now it's Saturday morning and I am off duty. I am gonna ride all day, drink and fornicate all night.  Yup, I got this plan locked down. I am on a road between Groton and Greenwich.  Nice twisty back road.  Coming  around a corner the sign says blind drive ahead. No problem, I know the place.  Had burned down years before, only a stone foundation left.  No other building there. Just tall weeds.  I have the bike laid over, as best as you could lay an XS 1100 over.  Doing about 65 when wham, a Chrysler Newport Custom pulled out in front of me. Hit in the left front tire at 65 mph. The laws of cannot be violated. A body in motion DOES stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside force. The Newport would meet the criteria of an outside force. My brand new bike ceased forward motion and commenced vertical motion. I on the other hand continue my forward motion at a rate of 95 feet per second.  My beautiful bike came to an eternal rest on the hood of the car.  My Superman imitation met it's kryponite in the form of Connecticut asphalt. I frogged out as I flew through the air with the greatest of dread. Hitting the road with my chest first, then my face, arms and hands promptly followed . Looking like Johnny Bench coming into home I slide down the road sans motorized steed. Finally coming to a hot stop, my chest warmed not by the heat of the morning sun on the asphalt, but the friction of leather on the road. Laying there trying to remember how to breath, my diaphragm decides to play along and work. Moments later an ambulance arrives on the scene to take me to the hospital. In the wagon I look at my new helmet and it doesn't look like the beautiful white Bell that I had bought.  Not because of the scratches on the remaining face shield, but because of the missing face bar. The face bar had broken at some point of my improvised landing. Yes, back then they did immediately remove your helmet at the accident scene. Checking me over and finding no seemingly misplaced or misshapen pieces, they decide to keep me over night for "observation."  Laying in my room I have an unexpected visitor.  The driver of the Coupe DeBarge that had rudely interrupted my morning ride. She was shapely, raven haired,  green eyed and seventeen. I ask her why the hell she pulled out in front of me.  She had been headed towards me when she missed her turn. She turned left into the abandoned farmstead and made a u turn driving through the weeds. Coming back to the road she wanted to turn right to come back the way she had come.  She was going to turn right so she was looking right when I hit her. She not only did not see me, she didn't even look to her left. She was really sorry and I, was really pissed and sore. She asked how she could make it up to me.  I saw my chance to get even, so I asked her to dinner.  She was 17, I was 17, so it worked.  She had destroyed my new bike with only 250 miles on it.  But I got even, I dated her for two years after the wreck.  Yup, she paid for the crash on the installment plan.  ;) :D   
If you wish to know what a man is, place in him authority.
False accusations reflect more on the accuser than the accused.
They can take everything from you, including your life, except your honor and integrity.  That you must give away.
Do or don't do. There is no try.
μολὼν λαβέ-molṑn lab

Offline guzziks

  • Guzzi Mentor
  • ****
  • *
  • Posts: 442
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #16 on: July 01, 2012, 10:39:24 AM »
apparently she knocked the fornication out of you, for that night
Walt Collins
07 Norge
sv650 track bike

Offline Stormtruck2

  • AKA Scotch and Cigars
  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 5613
  • Geese Fly in a Proper V
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #17 on: July 01, 2012, 10:55:09 AM »
apparently she knocked the fornication out of you, for that night

 :D :D :D :D :D  Yup, that she did, but not forever. :D :D :D :D :D
If you wish to know what a man is, place in him authority.
False accusations reflect more on the accuser than the accused.
They can take everything from you, including your life, except your honor and integrity.  That you must give away.
Do or don't do. There is no try.
μολὼν λαβέ-molṑn lab

Offline kern16

  • Guzzi Mentor
  • ****
  • *
  • Posts: 306
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #18 on: July 01, 2012, 10:57:28 AM »
OK since you asked?
Was on our way back from 2 weeks in S. Dakota. Dream ride my destination was South Alabama. Got as far as Louisiana running around 65MPH on a two lane hwy. I NEVER saw what what hit me. NEVER had a chance to apply any brake, prepare, lay it down whatever (another way to look at this is that might just be a good thing?) An IDIOT (this is what I"m told by my friend who was behind me and the driver of an RV) ran a stop sign entered the hwy and simply ran in front of me! All I remember is it was HOT and looking at the scenery (or what there was of it?" Then everything turned GREY? It was like watching TV and someone hit the mute button and your screen was grey?
No noise, No pain......just silence.........
When I came to I was on my back and I saw orange cones all around me and folks gathering to look. I saw the trooper speaking to someone who I later found out was the elderly man that hit me. He had hit a Wonder Bread truck about (3) weeks earlier I found out. His daughter was arguing with the trooper saying "I Told U So!" U should have taken his license he can't see? It's funny how the mind works I vividly remember saying to myself......DAMN... .I wish I had not taken my Aerostitch jacket off just minutes before the accident! (Too HOT!) I always wear my gear if U note the closeup pic that's where my head hit his windshield which sent me flying N the air! I will not get into it over do helmets save lives you can be the judge I've quit arguing that a long time ago. I was wearing a NOLAN 103 it damaged and hangin in my ManCave as I type this.
I implore everyone who reads this to take a few minutes to review their Insurance Police and particularly the Un-Insured Motorist provision. The IDIOT did not even have enough insurance to pay for my LifeFlight (I think he had 20K) so guess what it fell on my insurance company! I was very fortunate to have over 400K in un-insured insurance. We had been with our provider for over 40yrs and no major clams.........it took 1 1/2 years for them to pay me!!!!! I'll save that for another thread another time let's just say it wasn't pretty. They (ins company) even reviewed my cell phone records to see if I was on the phone or texting at the time of the accident.
Over a period of 10 mos I went from wheelchair to walker to riding my dirt bike. What this accident took from me is I always dressed for an accident, I was a safe rider, I never drink and ride BLAH, BLAH, BlAH at the same time I never worried about it. It happened to other riders but not me? Even though there was nothing I could have done! Again what it took from me was now every time I get on my bike where before I never thought about an accident now I do. YES I still ride.......but I have lost all confidence in the driving public. If a car is turning N front of me my whole body goes into lock down it never did that before?
As I ride more and more (just took my first ride of any length to BikeWeek) I believe it will get better........I hope so.........I love to ride and I've been doing it since my first bike at age 14 I'll be 60 in August!
My injuries could have been much worse as you can see from the pics.
My pelvis was fractured in (4) places that's why I had trouble with walking, a broken wrist, deflated lung (punctured) and a pulmonary embolism OH remember the taking off of my jacket a NICE assortment of Road Rash!
I believe the next part of your post was how has it affected me. I touched on that briefly I did add a headlight modulator, extra running lights (deer lights) and a very LOUD horn! Like yourself I take nothing for granted covering my brakes at intersecton assuming I am invisible etc etc.
The pics tell the story much better than I ever could. I never once thought I would give up riding. I don't play golf (would rather watch paint dry) this is my hobby and what I love doing. If there is a next time so be it....it's the price we pay for wind in our face, bugs in our teeth I wouldn't trade it for anything!

Regards
phillip :PICS!:



« Last Edit: July 01, 2012, 11:01:46 AM by kern16 »

Offline Blitztour

  • New Goose
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 27
  • My last Red Motorcycle
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #19 on: July 01, 2012, 11:53:44 AM »
Well, we're pretty similar in our biking history. Got my first bike at 15 years old and I turn 60 in Sept.

That's one horrific crash you survived. I'm always amazed at what the human body can withstand and recover from.  

But the part that really hit home with me (and I didn't mention in my post) was the INS aspects.

In 1986 neither I nor my passenger had health INS.

I was 33 years old and making fair money. Fortunately I had a minimum liability MC policy that included personal injury. So, Darcy was covered up to $10k.

Unfortunately, her total (and the biggest part was dental) came to over $18k (that would probably be more like ($80k in todays health care dollars)

The Junkie and the vehicle he stole, were both uninsured. He was penniless and owned nothing!

After emptying my savings account to cover Darcy, I started to pay off my hospital bills using two credit cards (and you know the rest of the story from there)

There was no way to catch up or pay them off and I refused to file bankruptcy.

So I surrendered the cards and told them to hand me over to collection.  I was hounded by collections agents for the next 7 years.  In 1992, I was contacted by a collection agency assigned my case when I applied for my first home mortgage (I was way down the food chain by then) I settled the entire matter for $1400.

20 years later my credit is now fully restored (800+) and Im insured to the best I can afford.

Point being, as I mentioned in my post, this guy just had no clue as to how hed altered the lives of the people hed injured and just how long it took to correct not only my physical health but my fiscal health as well.  

I can only wonder what might have been if I didn't have to shell out my life savings to cover hospital bills.

I'm glad your were covered and wish I'd had that same forsight in my younger days ;)
Alfonso

2012 Griso 8V
2008 1200 Sport
2002 Buell M2 L
2005 ZZR 1200

Offline kern16

  • Guzzi Mentor
  • ****
  • *
  • Posts: 306
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #20 on: July 01, 2012, 12:11:37 PM »
No foresight on MY part...my wife put $250K uninsured motorist on me and my bike! I remember calling the agent to see what my limits were (I assumed maybe 25K) she paused for a minute and she gave me the amt! I have an idea it was one of those "Oh &^%$" moments but like I said it took over 1 1/2yrs to FINALLY collect! PLS everyone if you see your going to have an accident dismount and MAKE SURE the person your about to hit or is hitting U has adequate insurance! (Sorry Couldn't Help Myself)

Regards
phillip

Offline Offcamber1

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • Posts: 6741
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #21 on: July 01, 2012, 12:33:07 PM »
MAKE SURE the person your about to hit or is hitting U has adequate insurance! (Sorry Couldn't Help Myself)

Fooking deer don't carry insurance!  (Support your local deer poacher!)
Its a fair cop, but society is to blame.

Offline hiro

  • New Goose
  • *
  • Posts: 16
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #22 on: July 01, 2012, 12:36:44 PM »
Hi all, thought I'd introduce myself in the crash thread, hope it won't be an omen   :D

Just bought a V7 Racer, my first Guzzi for 25 yrs, in fact my first bike for 25 yrs...

I had several crashes in my youth, some due to other road users, some due to road conditions, but mainly due to me riding like I was invincible as you do at that age!
I used to have a V50 Monza that I used every day come rain, shine or snow to get to work all around the country (UK) and became so used to crashing that I remember on one occasion, that as I was sliding sideways along the ground after overtaking on a patch of road covered by gravel, I was analysing the damage to the bike and working out how much the spill would cost me.  By the time I ground to halt I had a list, all priced up, and ready to order from Spares n Repairs in Watford (any UK members remember them?)!

Once I snapped the gear lever leaving an extremely sharp point where it would touch my boot, so I rode the 70 miles home making all upward gear changes by hand.

After putting 35000 miles on the Monza, I traded up to a Le Mans 3 that I enjoyed for a year before a drunk driver pulled out on me in town flinging me over the bonnet.  No major damage to me, apart from leaving me with dodgy knees and some concussion, but my bike was wrecked.  All I remember was the police bike rider (who I knew was behind me so was sticking to the speed limit) dragging the guy out of his car by his jacket.  Of course he was uninsured and when I finally got the payout from my own, my new wife put an end to my biking career.

And so to the present, loving being back on a Guzzi again, and riding a lot more carefully now!

Ride safe

Andy

Andy

Offline pcarnut

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • Posts: 1004
  • Lost but making gr8 time.
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #23 on: July 01, 2012, 12:39:22 PM »
About 8 years ago, coming home from a casual evening cruise.  Wife on the back, two lane country road, doing about 45 and stationed between two other cars, all of us just cruising along.  It's just past dusk and the witching hour for deer.  With no warning we are down, just a flash of brown from the right.  Never saw it and nothing to be done.  

Been riding for 45+ years with the first 8-9 years on dirt bikes so loads of spills but this was by far much worse.  Don't remember much for the first minute or two after Bambi hit us.  According to the wife I was just laying in the road not moving and she thought I was dead, really scared her.  I came to laying on my chest and right side.  People had stopped, I slowly got up and everything moved okay.  Meanwhile the stoopid dear is staggering around in the middle of the road, I'm wondering what the heck to do about it when along comes another car and hits it at about 20 mph, not much but enough to finish the job.  

At this point I look at the wife and she has some pretty bad road rash on her legs and the bike is a mess too.  It had apparently barrel rolled a few times and was now laying in the center of the road.  With some help from the wife we get it up and off to the side of the road.  About this time nausea and vertigo take over and I have to lay down.  After a few moments these pass and I get up and see if the bike will start, amazingly it does.  At this point all I want to do is get home.  The bike is rideable so we mount up and limp home.  

Get home and with the help of a friend who is a nurse we get the wife cleaned up, my injuries are a sore shoulder and small raspberry on my knee.  Bike is mechanically okay but cosmetically challenged, so over the next few weeks I order new fairing bits (ST1100) and put her back on the road.

For the first time in my life I really see that it can all end through circumstances totally beyond your control.  For the next year I was very uncomfortable riding and thought maybe it was time to hang up the gloves.  In the end I got over the anxiety but avoid riding at night like the plague.  Still get pretty nervous after dark.
Roger
Sandy Eggo, CA

09 Bonneville SE
07 FJR1300
83 R100S

Offline Sasquatch Jim

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • Posts: 6572
  • Sidecar - Best drive by shooting vehicle ever
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #24 on: July 01, 2012, 01:21:20 PM »
 I notice that a disproportionate number of these posts are about deer causing crashes.  I notice no fatalities. I guess that's because the dead don't post in this thread.
I FIRMLY believe that when a deer causes a crash in or close to an urban environment, people are responsible.
 Stupid people who put out salt lick blocks and feeding stations so they can watch the cute deer in their yards.
 DEER BELONG IN THE FORESTS! They should not be lured out of the forests as a sort of pet. They lose their fear of people and traffic, (they are one of the stupidest animals when it comes to traffic anyway) and cause injury damage and death to the unsuspecting.
 I believe when a deer causes such a crash, nearby residences should be investigated for salt and feeding stations.
 If such are found, the owners should be held responsible for ALL damages and financial liabilities incurred as owners of the deer the same as if their cow had been allowed to wander onto the road.
 If a few such cases are prosecuted with law suit, and prevail, maybe the practice of luring deer into the yard may cease.
 The year the deer got me, I was only one of three deer motorcycle crashes in the urban area around Port Townsend that year.  I know that there were even more deer car crashes than that in the same area.
Hunting regulations need to be eased.  They are deliberately trying to discourage deer hunters for cute little bambi so much the the deer are over populating and hence that too moves them into urban areas.
 Sue the state that does this as they are also owners of the deer.
Sasquatch Jim        Humanoid, sort of.

Offline Testarossa

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 1514
    • Skiing History
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #25 on: July 01, 2012, 01:33:14 PM »
Reintroduce wolves. And cougars. That'll cut down on the deer, and on annoying small pets.
1974 850T
1970 Triumph TR6R
1974 Yamaha TA125
Gone:
1959 Piper Comanche 250
1969 Harley/Aermacchi 350SS
1971 Honda CB500/4
1974 Laverda 750 SF2
1991 Suzuki VX800

Offline Sasquatch Jim

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • Posts: 6572
  • Sidecar - Best drive by shooting vehicle ever
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #26 on: July 01, 2012, 01:47:31 PM »
Reintroduce wolves. And cougars. That'll cut down on the deer, and on annoying small pets.

As much as I agree with that, I doubt that they will be re introducing such predators to urban areas.
 Urban areas are the most dangerous as the deer lose their fear on people and vehicles.
 After my crash, when I saw deer in the road, I would slow down, aim for the deer and at the last second honk, yell snarl loudly and if possible kick one.  I even bumped one gently with the sidecar.
 My intent was to terrorize them to re introduce fear into their feeble minds.  It works.
 By the time I moved away from that area, if I came around a corner and there were deer on or near the road, when they saw me they ran and hid just like they are supposed to.
Sasquatch Jim        Humanoid, sort of.

Offline Testarossa

  • Guzzi Hero
  • *****
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 1514
    • Skiing History
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #27 on: July 01, 2012, 02:16:11 PM »
We have cougar and coyotes here in town, and while deer are common in the yards and side streets, they rarely wander out into traffic. In 15 years I've only seen one injured deer on a main avenue.  Much more common to see them dead on rural highways and mountain roads.

In March, 2005, I totaled a Subaru against a pregnant elk, just south of San Luis, Colorado. Midnight on a bright full-moon night, straight road with no trees for miles. I was the only car in sight. Who knows why she aimed at me? She came through the windshield, folding the roof back to within an inch of my forehead and right back to the passenger seat. I was uninjured except for tiny chips of glass stuck in my knuckles, glasses and nose. Happy not to have had a passenger aboard. The sheriff's deputy said 12 elk had been killed on that stretch of road in two weeks. Everyone in town was eating elk steak. Allstate gave me $1200 for the wreck.



1974 850T
1970 Triumph TR6R
1974 Yamaha TA125
Gone:
1959 Piper Comanche 250
1969 Harley/Aermacchi 350SS
1971 Honda CB500/4
1974 Laverda 750 SF2
1991 Suzuki VX800

Offline Blitztour

  • New Goose
  • *
  • *
  • Posts: 27
  • My last Red Motorcycle
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #28 on: July 01, 2012, 02:27:07 PM »
"No foresight on MY part...my wife put $250K uninsured motorist on me and my bike!"

I knew there was a good reason why Ishoulda got married!  ;D
Alfonso

2012 Griso 8V
2008 1200 Sport
2002 Buell M2 L
2005 ZZR 1200

Offline Denis

  • Guzzi Mentor
  • ****
  • Posts: 356
  • Information is not knowledge.
Re: Tell me your Crash Story
« Reply #29 on: July 01, 2012, 02:54:49 PM »
First: April, 1990. I'd had the SPII only since January. I was in the left wheel track of the right lane and a car going the same direction as me but in the left lane in front of me slowed down, turned on the left turn signal and promptly turned right into my bike. They hit me with the left front corner of their Escort, so I was almost past them. They hit the left cylinder of the SP and it threw me across the entire lane and I hit the curb.

For some reason, the bike stayed up right but was on-again/off-again the curb for 40 feet or so and I didn't realize it at the time but I barely missed a telephone pole. I DID have the sense not to screw with the brakes this whole time and instead the bike eventually sorted itself out and I rolled to a stop in a parking lot. I was ANGRY at those people but at least they had the decency to stop. They claimed to have not seen me and that the girl was driving wanted to make a left but he told her she needed to take a right. That's why you don't tell the driver what to do in most cases. Also why I now try to pass by cars as quickly as possible rather than ride next to them.

Second: Valentine's Day, 1998.
I was on my newly acquired R90S and was on the way to work. It was cold the night before but warmed up over night so the road was slimy. I took the exit ramp off Capital Blvd onto the Beltline where traffic was very much stop and go. I saw a nice big space in which to merge (behind a green pickup and in front of a gray car) and was just sliding into the lane when the line of cars in front of me started putting on their brake lights. I lightly touched the front brake lever at the exact instant the front wheel crossed over one of those vinyl white stripes in the road.

Remember I said the road was slimy? Yeah, well that white stripe just as well have been oil because that front brake locked up and I remember a) being upright then, b) being heeled over to the right then c) almost being on the ground.

It knocked me out for a couple of seconds I guess. When I woke up a remember thinking, "YEAH, I'm still here!" and then, "Hey, my bike's on it's side way over in the fast lane" and then, "My shoulder kinda hurts" and then, and the worst "I'm sitting in the middle of the highway". I slowly turned around expecting the last thing I ever saw to be the license plate on that gray car. But no, she'd stopped at least 100 feet away from me. The guy in the green truck in front had seen me merging in his right side view mirror but saw me going down when he looked in his rearview mirror, so as fast as he could he jerked his truck back to the right towards the shoulder so I wouldn't go under his truck.

He probably did more to save my life than anything which could have happened. As it was I fractured my right collar bone and shoulder blade. The EMT guy who showed up said, "I'm going to have to cut your jacket off" and I said, "No hell you are not!" He didn't and I still have it.

Put the BMW back together and sold the hell out of it.
Show me a Le Mans IV and I'll show you a Le Mans 1000.


Harper's Moto Guzzi
Harper's Moto Guzzi has your spring service kits ready to go. I know it's cold but don't wait to have your bike ready for next year. http://www.harpermoto.com/main-data-base/spring-service-kits.html
http://www.harpermoto.com
Advertise Here
 


Advertise your products today. All proceeds go back into this website.
Your ad will show up over 10,000 times daily!
Advertise Here