Mother's Day! Wanted to bake mum a pie, so took off to the shops at about 4.45, 5pm or so to get some short crust pastry and fruit. Not long out of Mangere Bridge, the road turns into a 70kph zone (before the Lawn Cemetary and Christmas tree farm). Sun behind me, turn a corner, old man in a Toyota hatchback pulls out. Sees me then slams on his brakes -- too late, he's blocking the whole lane.
Stupidly, I grab the brakes. I say stupidly, because there was almost a metre of room to dodge past on the left. Angry with myself for that, normally I'm good at dodging cagers (have to be riding around in Auckland). No room to stop at 70kph, I hit the side of his car still going a reasonable chop. It's a glancing blow, my right hand, shoulder and knee go into his door and make some satisfying gouges and dents. Somehow my front tyre has given up holding onto the road, possibly the brake lever got pushed on hard by the car's body panels and tyre locked? Anyhow, me and the bike go for a wee lie down bouncing down the road on our right-hand side.
Got to love a Honda. Thing is lying on its side, haemorrhaging fuel out of the tank and carb and starving itself of oil, still happily ticking over steadily, waiting for me to pick it back up and thrash its nuts out. Must be the XR250 in it.
Crawl over to the bike, hit the kill switch. Check I've still got my limbs, pick up my bike.
Anyhow, elderly lad with Parkinsons climbs out of his car -- asks if I'm alright -- says he's very sorry, he didn't see me (of course). I have some sympathy for him, at least he's got the excuse of sunstrike; most cagers seem to not see you regardless of how good the conditions are. I wish he hadn't hesitated and stopped in the middle of the road.
Big stroke of luck, in the queue of traffic stopped on the other side of the road was a couple who live on the corner of my road. Asked me last year about BHS test. They check me over, get paper and pen, take both our details for us (stuffed if I could write legibly) and give us their own. They then see the state of the bike, go back and pick up a truck from their house, load it in then drop it at my house. Beer will be on their doorstep.
He's got full insurance (with State), I've got 3rd party (with Kiwibike/Protecta). He admitted full liability. I'd say the bike is a write-off, mainly due to the tank damage (hand and clip-on stove in the right front corner, its leaking fuel now) and paintwork etc. Can't tell if the forks/clamps are straight yet -- put in on the centre stand, whirled the front wheel and it seems to turn straight so that's good. It's insured for $1700, probably get valued at $1000-1200, repairs will go over that easy I'm guessing. Farrrrrk.
What happens here? How long will this take? Will the valuer come to my house? Whose valuer? Kiwibike or State? Buy back the wreck? VIN it again? Shit... I want my bike back. I love it to bits
So now I'm back to bleeding money on the bus `service', not sure how I'm going to do that. Had to do that for a while and spent half my wages on tickets.
P.S. I'm alright, Quasimoto makes some marvellous gear. Shoulder and back a bit sore, I think from when my body hit the car. Small abrasion on my elbow, I think that's from cordura rubbing when I hit the tarmac (jacket is a shade loose). Armoured gloves definitely saved my fingers and thumb. Feeling a bit stiff and sore but mostly just sad about my bike
Grumpy too about having a crash! I was aiming to go an entire lifetime without crashing![]()
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