Perhaps someone can learn from my experience, so I will share it. Besides, confession is good for the soul.
After riding twisties ALL day through West Virginia and Virgina (16 - great road !!!) to Johnson City on Sunday, Randy and I joined a little band of outcasts to roll out Monday a.m.
Our adventure started with delays getting everyone gathered in a timely manner and getting routes to load properly. I think it was lack of waypoints, because when activated, the routes on 2 different GPS's seemed to 'think' we were already back at the end point (also the start point) and behaved as if the route was already over.
No problem, we'll improvise. I was leading a group of 5 bikes. About 30 minutes into the jaunt, we came upon slow moving farm equipment with a lineup of cars behind it.
A quick glance at the GPS shows a twisty road to the right that will again intersect with the road we were on. Off we went.
This was a local road, a lane and a half wide with no lines or markings. It had lots of turns in quick succession which was lots of fun. Things got wicked up a bit and I realized I was making the bike transition pretty quickly with more than the usual loading, unloading, reloading of the suspension. Not an issue in and of itself. It points out that things were moving more briskly than usual.
I got to the end of the road where it 'T'd back into the same road we left. However, the road had a very uncharacteristic and unexpected sharp left up an incline to the stop sign.
Things got interesting fast. I was carrying speed from the brisk pace at the outside (right) edge of what appeared to be a corner, using a late apex method.
A lot of thoughts went through my mind in a short period of time.
Thought 1: "oh crap, the road bends hard here and I am heading straight towards a ditch with a row of mailboxes lining it." (or something to that effect).
Thought 2: "Brake hard" which I did
Thought 3: "I think I can corner up towards the stop sign". I believe I could have made the corner but would not have been able to stop in time to avoid carrying into the intersection. Oncoming traffic was unknown so this was scrapped.
Thought 4: "Keep braking hard and stop before the mailbox lined ditch." I continued braking.
Gravel entered the equation and the back end began to slide out to the right. I backed off the rear and it straightened up, then kicked out again when I tried to reintroduce the rear brake. I was on the front brake hard the entire time, which also slid a little on gravel at one point, but did not wash out the front wheel. Perhaps because I had it pointed in the direction I was going. A little flat track anyone?
None of this was helping to scrub off enough speed. I was sliding sideways towards the ditch I was now parallel with.
Thought 5: "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I REALLY need to slow this thing down as much as possible" (or something like that).
I slid sideways into the ditch still hard on the brakes. The wheels hit the edge of the ditch at about 5 - 10 mph (a guess). The bike flipped over to the high side, dumping me in the ditch.
I immediately got up (don't remember how) to give a 2 thumbs up to the guys that were following so they would know I'm not hurt, as if one can really know that at first.
Thought 6: "Shouldn't have sold that 2002 to Matt the day before I left. Probably going to need it now."
The guys help me pick up the bike while I'm wondering how bad it is. I figured shattered main fairing, bent fairing stay, cracked / shattered right mid fairing, broken right foot peg and bracket, cracked saddle bag, broken antler and who knows what else.
God smiled on me that day.
- The bike and I entered the ditch between mailboxes.
- The ditch was shallow and filled with layers of dried up bull rushes / cattail reeds that formed a natural soft mattress.
- I fell into the cushy mattress and wasn't hurt. The only soreness I felt later was across my chest, probably from picking up the bike.
God smiled on the bike that day too as the soft and cushy mattress was kind.
- Right blinker was pushed in on the outside edge, probably a broken tab. A little mud is jammed in between it and the outside strip on the main fairing. I can easily fix this with plastic welding.
- Right fairing strip outside the turn signal was intact. What? This ALWAYS seems to break.
- Right mid fairing - no rash as bike never slid, but a few scuffs and scratches an inch or two long. Some of it will rub out.
- Right wind wing is not broken and its bracket did not destroy the mid fairing other than a small 1.5" crack that will easily plastic weld.
- Right foot peg and bracket is fine. How is this possible ?
- Right bag is intact with some minor scuffs. I've seen worse on bikes that have only tipped over.
- Right antler is broken.
I took Tuesday off from riding to think and get my head right. Someone mentioned I had done a good job to manage the bike, stay with it and minimize what could've ended with injury and significant damage to the bike.
Maybe, maybe not. I was upset with myself for getting myself to the point where there was an self induced incident requiring 'management'.
In retrospect, I was going too fast, not listening to the little voices in my head that noticed the actions of the bike indicating an increased pace.
I out rode past what I could actually see, a bad mix on the street.
Did I allow the herky jerky start of the ride to affect my decisions and actions?
What really bothered me is that I led a group into this situation. We had a short talk before we left where I reminded everyone to ride their own ride. And yet I didn't, potentially drawing others into the same situation. As it was, the other 4 riders had an 'interesting' time scrambling to a stop without colliding with anyone else. Thankfully no one else went down.
This is the first time I've been down on a street bike and it was and is a sobering event to ponder. Needless to say I dialed down my pace from then on, yet still had just as much fun and thrills.
Now I feel better, and perhaps someone can learn something from my situation.
Its always best to learn from the mistakes of others as there isn't enough time to make them all yourself!
After riding twisties ALL day through West Virginia and Virgina (16 - great road !!!) to Johnson City on Sunday, Randy and I joined a little band of outcasts to roll out Monday a.m.
Our adventure started with delays getting everyone gathered in a timely manner and getting routes to load properly. I think it was lack of waypoints, because when activated, the routes on 2 different GPS's seemed to 'think' we were already back at the end point (also the start point) and behaved as if the route was already over.
No problem, we'll improvise. I was leading a group of 5 bikes. About 30 minutes into the jaunt, we came upon slow moving farm equipment with a lineup of cars behind it.
A quick glance at the GPS shows a twisty road to the right that will again intersect with the road we were on. Off we went.
This was a local road, a lane and a half wide with no lines or markings. It had lots of turns in quick succession which was lots of fun. Things got wicked up a bit and I realized I was making the bike transition pretty quickly with more than the usual loading, unloading, reloading of the suspension. Not an issue in and of itself. It points out that things were moving more briskly than usual.
I got to the end of the road where it 'T'd back into the same road we left. However, the road had a very uncharacteristic and unexpected sharp left up an incline to the stop sign.
Things got interesting fast. I was carrying speed from the brisk pace at the outside (right) edge of what appeared to be a corner, using a late apex method.
A lot of thoughts went through my mind in a short period of time.
Thought 1: "oh crap, the road bends hard here and I am heading straight towards a ditch with a row of mailboxes lining it." (or something to that effect).
Thought 2: "Brake hard" which I did
Thought 3: "I think I can corner up towards the stop sign". I believe I could have made the corner but would not have been able to stop in time to avoid carrying into the intersection. Oncoming traffic was unknown so this was scrapped.
Thought 4: "Keep braking hard and stop before the mailbox lined ditch." I continued braking.
Gravel entered the equation and the back end began to slide out to the right. I backed off the rear and it straightened up, then kicked out again when I tried to reintroduce the rear brake. I was on the front brake hard the entire time, which also slid a little on gravel at one point, but did not wash out the front wheel. Perhaps because I had it pointed in the direction I was going. A little flat track anyone?
None of this was helping to scrub off enough speed. I was sliding sideways towards the ditch I was now parallel with.
Thought 5: "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I REALLY need to slow this thing down as much as possible" (or something like that).
I slid sideways into the ditch still hard on the brakes. The wheels hit the edge of the ditch at about 5 - 10 mph (a guess). The bike flipped over to the high side, dumping me in the ditch.
I immediately got up (don't remember how) to give a 2 thumbs up to the guys that were following so they would know I'm not hurt, as if one can really know that at first.
Thought 6: "Shouldn't have sold that 2002 to Matt the day before I left. Probably going to need it now."
The guys help me pick up the bike while I'm wondering how bad it is. I figured shattered main fairing, bent fairing stay, cracked / shattered right mid fairing, broken right foot peg and bracket, cracked saddle bag, broken antler and who knows what else.
God smiled on me that day.
- The bike and I entered the ditch between mailboxes.
- The ditch was shallow and filled with layers of dried up bull rushes / cattail reeds that formed a natural soft mattress.
- I fell into the cushy mattress and wasn't hurt. The only soreness I felt later was across my chest, probably from picking up the bike.
God smiled on the bike that day too as the soft and cushy mattress was kind.
- Right blinker was pushed in on the outside edge, probably a broken tab. A little mud is jammed in between it and the outside strip on the main fairing. I can easily fix this with plastic welding.
- Right fairing strip outside the turn signal was intact. What? This ALWAYS seems to break.
- Right mid fairing - no rash as bike never slid, but a few scuffs and scratches an inch or two long. Some of it will rub out.
- Right wind wing is not broken and its bracket did not destroy the mid fairing other than a small 1.5" crack that will easily plastic weld.
- Right foot peg and bracket is fine. How is this possible ?
- Right bag is intact with some minor scuffs. I've seen worse on bikes that have only tipped over.
- Right antler is broken.
I took Tuesday off from riding to think and get my head right. Someone mentioned I had done a good job to manage the bike, stay with it and minimize what could've ended with injury and significant damage to the bike.
Maybe, maybe not. I was upset with myself for getting myself to the point where there was an self induced incident requiring 'management'.
In retrospect, I was going too fast, not listening to the little voices in my head that noticed the actions of the bike indicating an increased pace.
I out rode past what I could actually see, a bad mix on the street.
Did I allow the herky jerky start of the ride to affect my decisions and actions?
What really bothered me is that I led a group into this situation. We had a short talk before we left where I reminded everyone to ride their own ride. And yet I didn't, potentially drawing others into the same situation. As it was, the other 4 riders had an 'interesting' time scrambling to a stop without colliding with anyone else. Thankfully no one else went down.
This is the first time I've been down on a street bike and it was and is a sobering event to ponder. Needless to say I dialed down my pace from then on, yet still had just as much fun and thrills.
Now I feel better, and perhaps someone can learn something from my situation.
Its always best to learn from the mistakes of others as there isn't enough time to make them all yourself!