Been in few bike accidents before…
South Africa: Crusing through town at about 10pm at night, was doing about 80kph on my 400. Saw some drunk black (race is an important detail in the story, i’m sorry to say)guys crossing the road, moved far over into other lane to avoid them. They could see and hear (my bike had a super-loud can) me coming. Seemed all was cool, as I passed them, one of them, looking me in the eyes, suddenly jumped in front of my bike, for no apparent reason. Bang, I hit him, I went down, slid a long way down the road, bike sliding next to me in a shower of sparks until I hit the curb. My jeans were ripped to pieces, blood all over my legs, my right shoulder was torn up and swollen to twice its size. I crawled up onto the curb, pulled off my helmet, shouted out “what the FUCK were you trying to do!?”, then dropped my helmet and tried to get up. The asshole’s buddies, about 6 or 7 of them, ran down and and surrounded me, and started screaming at me “you white motherfucker etc”. I tried to pacify them, but before I knew all six or seven had surrounded me and started enthusiastically punching the shit out of me. Some white bouncers from a nearby club had seen what had happened and had run over, but not in time to prevent two of my molars getting knocked out and my jaw being broken on both sides. The bouncers, being much bigger than these guys, broke it up and protected me, but more black dudes saw wat was going on and ran up to surround the bouncers and were ready to fuck them, and me, up. Then some white patrons from the club ran down to our aid…was about to become a full-on race riot, ugly stuff, at which point the cops arrived, and immediately the thugs who had beaten me jumped into a car and sped off. Couldn’t believe it, all this shit because some moron tried to play chicken with me (or something?? what the hell possesses a man to jump in front of a bike doing 80 when it is 5 metres away from him??). Spent the next 2 months with my jaw wired, living on liquid only.
Taiwan: Was gonna test drive a VTR1000 one friday night. The owner said he’d take me to a spot where the roads were open and quiet. Hopped on the back, we drove out of town, and got to some open roads, where the driver yanked open the throttle. I remember, whilst clinging to the back for dear life, looking down at the speedo which was at about 190/200kph as we entered a curve. He misjudged, tried to slam on the brakes, but i got catapulted off the back. Just remember a blur of sky/bushes and the sound of breaking branches, and a sickening roller-coaster type feeling in my stomach. Before I knew it I was lying on my back, my chest was a mess of blood, my left wrist looking like something from Frankenstein and had some gashes in my right arm deep enough to fit my entire thumb into. The first few seconds after I realised what had happened, i had a crushing pain in my chest and couldn’t breathe, and kinda felt like I was dying, so I yelled out “Fuck! I’m dying! I’m dying!” at which point I realised that I was actually alive - although I did suspect that I might have some major internal injuries. The driver, who had managed to hang on to the bike for much longer before coming off ran over to me, and his face just went white when he saw me - also thought I was dying (didn’t help that I had shouted it out) - but he thought I had been impaled on the 9 inch stel rebar sticking out of the roadside. I was lying in a position just between the rebar (which was sticking out of the roadside everywhere), pretty much the only place where I could have landed without being impaled… Couldn’t believe my “luck”. Anyway, there were hardly any cars out here, neither of us could speak enough chinese to call 119 and explain where we were(and were way too panicky and pumped on adrenalin to think of any solution), so we had to wait until a car came past… the first 2 sped past and refused to stop, finally we got one to stop, and the ambulance arrived - 30 minutes later. Didn’t bother to check me for a broken neck or anything like that, just dumped me in the back. Spent the next 4 months with pins in my shattered wrist. That was last november, my left wrist still doesn’t work properly, although I do have some pretty impressive scars on my chest and arms. Pretty stoopid huh? I don’t think I’ll ever ride a big bike on the road again - on a track, yeah, where nothing’s gonna run out in front of me etc, but on the road, there are just way too many risks…