I would love to get on a track... I really do, but it seems that whenever I set my mind to get to a track day, some always happens to prevent me from doing so.
Last year, it was an idiot on a van taking me out the week before manifield track day, then a few weeks ago I had chest infection, and this time....................
I managed to take myself out all on my own.
Was travelling back to Palmy from Auckland yesterday. It was pouring down with rain but that was fine, the road was pretty soaked and my BT45s were giving me fairly good grip and feel through them and for the first time in my biking life, I was having fun riding in the rain...
Then as I was approaching Taumarnui, I noticed my rear skipping around a little and it was getting a little dicey so I slowed right down to a nana speeds. I went around this one right hander and as I was coming out I added ever so slight bit of power and next thing I know my rear wheel is to the left of me. I'm thinking "Hmmm I've seen this on TV, and this usually don't end good" and stood up a little on pegs trying to prevent the bike from falling to the right and reduced the throttle (which I'm thinking now was the critical mistake?) then boom! I'm guessing the tyre gripped again. In any case I was thrown forward over the bike and got my own bit of airtime until I landed face first onto the ground and skidded on my left hand side face first.
It's funny, as I was skidding along I actually thought "shit if I keep skidding on my left hand side it's going to wear through my jacket and pants" so I tried to flip myself over (who knows how I expected to do that) and all that did was roll me around 360 degrees and I continued to skid down the road on my left hand side... Then, it was a crawl to the side of the road to get off the road and looking back thinking I gotta do something about that bike... So I was checking myself over on the ground bit by bit to see if I could get up being amazed at I didn't seem to have broken anything when I heard a car screetch to stop within inches of hitting my bike. Well at least someone was here to call 111... Then they get out of the car and just looks at the bike... Luckly someone else came around the road soon who knew what they were doing and called 111 for me. The ambo came checked me over and got me to the hospital. Luckly I didn't break any bones and seem generally okay besides road rash on my arm and my hip. The road didn't seem to have eaten all the way through the jacket and the pants but the rash was still there nevertheless.
Now trying to organize for me to go home was the fun part. I couldn't get anyone at Palmerston North to pick me up (understandable) so I fiancee ended up having to come get me from auckland. Lucky I suppose because I needed help getting into my cloths this morning... Now have to go find a flight back to Palmy ASAP since I gotta get back to work and I'm running out of sick leave.
I have to say though I was very glad I was wearing all my gear, though I thought my leather would have protected me better my cordura did a pretty good job. but I was especially happy I was wearing a full face helmet. If I was wearing an open face helmet, my face (especailly my chin) would have been ground off for sure. My cordura jacket, pants, and rev-it leather gloves and my helmet are write offs and the only thing that survived the fall was my boots and back protector.
I do have a question for more experienced riders though. What should the correct action be when you're faced with a situation like this where you rear wheel decides to over take the front?
okay going back to lie down now... I don't recall ever having every single muscle in my body so sore... (my neck in particular refuses to move at the moment. Suppose I shouldn't have landed head first....)
Ride safe!
Oh yeah, I heard that my engine casing was ground off and my tank was punctured too... The most tragic bit was that my bottle of V which was in my tank bag completely shattered and went on all my cloths, etc... Should have got a v in a can.
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