Fellow TR-ists, i know more than a few of us have experienced some weave, wander and skittery activity up front. i've experienced two very unnerving head shakes, prior to this mornings inccident. One slow speed, one hi, both i was able to regain control. Today however was a different day. The one you never think about for obvious reasons.
In short , as i'm accelerating out from a slow moving truck in a looong exit lane already at freeway speed. Renentering at a point where the asphalt transitions into a concrete overpass. Movement, acceleration, irregularity of surface, all seemed to combine into a formidable volatile mixture. The tremor appeared and whereas on previous occasion i could regain control. This rapidly became an utterly out of control full opposite lock tank slapper! Somewhere between a paint shaker and a buckin' bronco. Both wheels dancing, pilot floating out the saddle, opposite lock to opposite lock, awaiting an end to the violence, and i do mean extreme violence!
That being the result of launched from a high side across 3 lanes of commute traffic. Very hard to reassemble and determine things precisely. As i lost count of how many times i flipped like a rag doll. Each turn fully aware of the traffic behind and trying to be mindful of any possible vehicular collision. So much so, my arms were already being raised before i came to a complete stop. At which i was on my feet next to the concrete divider on the fats lane. Everything but the imaginary white flag. Hands raised as i looked long and hard into the fear strucken eyes of the morning commute, utterly perplexed in shock!.
Still holding everyones attention, i walked towards the bike, stealing glances back towards the motionless motorists, somewhat in awe, more so in gratitude. Whilst simultaneously responding to a call from a truck driver some 30 yards away, "are you okay?" I replied ' i see stars', but i'm alive and walking!
Thanks to this kindly man who assisted with the removal of my wrecked bike from the freeway to the shoulder and another man who kindly handed me a bottle of water and gave me a ride home. My sincerest gratitude to you both!
I love my bike and don't care to rip into any of the shortcomings. But in the next life, being as i was so clearly granted another one today. I shall be sporting a steering stabilizer. Instead of pointing at the culprit. I'm going to point to the saviour of my inccident. That of a little known one of a kind, US owned family business namely Motoport. Without any doubt in my mind what so ever. Their superior hand built kevlar suit and upgraded quad armor positively saved my bloody bacon. Okay, one bitch, Wayne maybe we can get that 2 piece zip installed now! The only item missing from this garment at purchase. I hit every panel of that thing and considering it was concrete to boot. You'd be amazed at how little damaged took place. The armoring in this thing is off the chart and the stuff stays put thanks to the stretch kevlar. I literally bounced around on the padding. Besides my pants drawing down to expose a cheek to remove a nice gob of flesh. Maybe a broken shoulder from initial heavy point of impact. But thanks be to the cycle gods, today was a good day, cause i got to walk away!
In short , as i'm accelerating out from a slow moving truck in a looong exit lane already at freeway speed. Renentering at a point where the asphalt transitions into a concrete overpass. Movement, acceleration, irregularity of surface, all seemed to combine into a formidable volatile mixture. The tremor appeared and whereas on previous occasion i could regain control. This rapidly became an utterly out of control full opposite lock tank slapper! Somewhere between a paint shaker and a buckin' bronco. Both wheels dancing, pilot floating out the saddle, opposite lock to opposite lock, awaiting an end to the violence, and i do mean extreme violence!
That being the result of launched from a high side across 3 lanes of commute traffic. Very hard to reassemble and determine things precisely. As i lost count of how many times i flipped like a rag doll. Each turn fully aware of the traffic behind and trying to be mindful of any possible vehicular collision. So much so, my arms were already being raised before i came to a complete stop. At which i was on my feet next to the concrete divider on the fats lane. Everything but the imaginary white flag. Hands raised as i looked long and hard into the fear strucken eyes of the morning commute, utterly perplexed in shock!.
Still holding everyones attention, i walked towards the bike, stealing glances back towards the motionless motorists, somewhat in awe, more so in gratitude. Whilst simultaneously responding to a call from a truck driver some 30 yards away, "are you okay?" I replied ' i see stars', but i'm alive and walking!
Thanks to this kindly man who assisted with the removal of my wrecked bike from the freeway to the shoulder and another man who kindly handed me a bottle of water and gave me a ride home. My sincerest gratitude to you both!
I love my bike and don't care to rip into any of the shortcomings. But in the next life, being as i was so clearly granted another one today. I shall be sporting a steering stabilizer. Instead of pointing at the culprit. I'm going to point to the saviour of my inccident. That of a little known one of a kind, US owned family business namely Motoport. Without any doubt in my mind what so ever. Their superior hand built kevlar suit and upgraded quad armor positively saved my bloody bacon. Okay, one bitch, Wayne maybe we can get that 2 piece zip installed now! The only item missing from this garment at purchase. I hit every panel of that thing and considering it was concrete to boot. You'd be amazed at how little damaged took place. The armoring in this thing is off the chart and the stuff stays put thanks to the stretch kevlar. I literally bounced around on the padding. Besides my pants drawing down to expose a cheek to remove a nice gob of flesh. Maybe a broken shoulder from initial heavy point of impact. But thanks be to the cycle gods, today was a good day, cause i got to walk away!
