My GP125 got wiped out when I swerved to avoid a drunk driver in a Holden Ute and rode the footpath into a powerpole.
Ouch. Lucky GP125's don't go too fast. Still, four weeks off work and my neck sticks and I have to twist it until it frees with a great 'crack' noise on a daily basis. Lots of bruises, a couple of bust ribs. Oh, and photophobia and migranes for a couple of years after.
Second one, about a year later - a highside in the middle of winter going around the old Lower Hutt roundabout at 8.00 in the morning and my pillion decides to turn and wave to this girl he knows just as I twist the throttle. Both of us thrown over the handlebars at around 60 km/hr. Bike slides down the road. Its still going when we run over to it. No damage to rider and pillion, no damage to bike. Tough bike that CB350.
Third one, you all know that one. Lanesplitting with no regard to idiot cagers in rush hour traffic at 80km/hr. Cagers doing about 50. See a gap and fly into it, then an SUV with boat trailer pull in front of me. I swerve into the lane he came from, he sees me and swerves back into the lane (right in front of me), I attempt to turn and brake at the same time. Not a good idea. Bike hits the road, then the bike trailer. Once free from under the bike I fly a bit then land on head. Luckily no lasting damage. Just pain for a week or so after.
Bike costs $1100 in parts to fix. Six weeks to get parts.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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