October 11th, 2007

bike blue smear

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So I made it 8 months and 7,500 miles before my first accident.

It was on the freeway and would've been rush hour except it was Sunday. Traffic was pretty dense, going maybe 30-40mph, then the car in front of me completely stopped. I couldn't see in front of the SUV in front of me, all other lanes were moving smoothly, and I was in the far left lane, so just wasn't expecting the SUV to come to a complete stop. When it did, I grabbed the front brake a bit too suddenly, the front wheel locked up and I went down. I'm fine other than a bit of road rash on my knees (I honestly wear my overpants 98% of the time but of course it only takes once), and my pinky's swollen where it got smushed between the handlebar and the road. My right handlebar snapped off and the turn signals are busted but that's about all the damage I could see at the time. The mechanic will let me know tomorrow.

Apparently my bike hit the SUV after I fell off it. It must've slid under it a bit. I think that's how the handlebar snapped because I went down on my left side and the right handlebar was the broken one.

As I went down I remember being glad I had a fullface helmet on - I probably would've severely injured my jaw without it based on the damage to the helmet.

I got lucky in so many ways. The car behind me stopped and put on their hazards. Two people helped me move my bike to the side of the road. The cop didn't file a police report and overlooked the fact that I gave her my motorcycle safety training completion card instead of my license (which was in my regular jacket because I'd been at the airport and needed it on hand).

I'm more pissed at myself than anything. I can definitely tell you I'll be practicing my emergency braking skillz a bit more once my bike's fixed. Luckily I have a bit of cash saved up for repairs and can bus anywhere I need to go in the meantime (ugh).

Someone had said One's first accident is something of a defining moment. Seems to be the point where someone either says "That's it, I quit" or "Ahh, so this is the less than glorious side of motorcycling. Will do my best not to repeat it." Giving up my bike never even occurred to me. Thoughts like "I hope I won't have to wait for parts too long," and "I wonder how much this is going to dip into my savings," and "Eh, I was planning on removing that windshield anyway," but nothing even slightly close to not getting back on the saddle.