Broken, Busted and Bloody. The Ride to end all rides. [Archive] - ForumsHQ

[Pantharen]

It was late afternoon/early evening in late July of 2000, I was flying along Highway #1 heading east the sun was at my back and I was watching night creep over the prairies I was between Calgary and Regina. I was flying along on my Ninja 1100, hell ya I was speeding doin close to 120k. I saw the glint of a headlight in my mirror but didn't pay too much attention as I was wearin my vest and so I thought I was safe as you had to be blind to not see me.



Well the next thing I know I felt this bump from the rear, and my wheel is squealing, last thing I remember if flying through the air, bike and all. I let go of the bars and pushed with my legs I really didn't want to be under that monster when she hit, but I pushed to late and I hit the ground and she landed on top of my legs but the road unforgivingly ripped me from under her. from that point I went through several stages of blackout. When I finally came to I was in ICU in Calgary 4 days later with a shit load of broken bones and more roadrash than I had skin.



I never saw the vehicle that hit me, but according to the girl that found me the next day what caused her to stop was pieces of my bike spread across the highway for 1/2 a mile. The doctors said I was damn lucky to walk away from this one, well the truth being I didn't walk for about 3 years.



I'm one of those that you hear about, I have been back on a bike, but I'm scared, I'm scared that it'll happen again, and next time I wont have an angel sittin on my shoulder keepin me alive. I dont own a bike anymore, and I dont see myself buyin one anytime soon. I still feel the pain this time of year, the cold makes me ache, the rain makes me ache. The only time I aint in pain is when I sleep, and even then I aint resting.



So when you climb on your ride, be very aware of your surroundings.

[Kain]

Yes, I know the feeling Pant. I used to race Dirt track. Several years ago I was leading a 500 mile race and was running about 80mph when someone came inlow on a corner and hit my rear tire, sent me off of the track and into some trees. Shattered my right knee cap, my left ankle, and both shins when I hit a tree almost head on. Took my 3 years to get back on a dirtbike. I do now own a vintage dirtbike. I have given alot of thought to returning to the racing scene, however things are probably better that I do not. I still have alot of fear and get upset sometimes when I take the smallest of spills.



Once again like Pant said, when you get on a bike be aware of what's around you and what's going on

[Newbie]

I was riding in Canada down the Yellowknife Highway, about 10 miles from the Alaska/Canada border, when I got hit, I was riding at night, being the idiot I was I was dressed all in black. I wasn't speeding, but the guy that hit me was and I broke both my legs, my right shoulder blade, left collar bone, left arm in 2 places. I stay concious and was able to dial 911 on what was left of my cell phone. Panth your right, you gotta be aware of what is around you.



Man dont let an accident stop you tho. I still ride, yeah it sits on the back of my mind, it makes me a lot more cautious, and I dont speed anymore.

[Xetox]

I was heading down I35 through texas in 95, doing well over 100 on a CBR 600, I hit what I guess was road kill and my front end just went out from under me, I ending up totaling my brand new bike, broke my leg in three different place, and fucked my back all to hell....yes you have to be aware specially at night! Its hard to see those dead critters specially when wearing a tented visor like a dumbass!



I was back on a bike as soon as I was able, yes will a all new respect for them again....its when you loose that respect you fuck up! I am much older now, Been on about every bike you can think of, and the only way I will ever stop riding would be if I was physicaly unable to ride!



Just be aware, learn you bike, and respect you bike and you will love the enjoyment that it can give you!

[Pantharen]

Couple of weeks ago I went over to a buddies place to check out his new Vulcan 1600 Classic, nice fucking bike.



But he asked me to ride with to Bend Oregon to deliver his old bike to his Brother. I thought nuttin of it, I said sure.

Well I wasn't ever ment to climb back on a fucking bike, we were about 3 klicks from the US/Canada border and I hit a what looked like a wet spot on the road, it in fact was prolly 90% oil, well we never made it to Oregon, and I have another fucking broken leg, I broke my right leg in 4 places this time, and dislocated my hip. As to say I'm in a shit load of pain currently. The bike is fine, as my leg took 90% of the weight, other than a few scraches and a couple of dents. But it got shipped to Oregon instead.



So I think it's prolly best that I dont climb back in the saddle, I'll stick to 3 & 4 wheels I think.

[drakes]

Well i cant say my fall can amount to any of the previous replies, but it dose have some sort of humour to it. I have a twin that has quite a few years under his belt riding bikes, me however was my first year on a sport bike and had no experince what so ever on any other bike, ie dirt bikes, and what not. After about 2 weeks of riding and getting the feel of my bike, (Ninja 500 es, good starting bike i was told) i decided i was really good, as did my buddies saying that i caught on pretty quick for a beginner. So one day we hit this highway that runs only 60 kms, my dumbass zooms right by my bro doing 110 km and climbing to 120 km. The highway ends with a small airport for sport flying and what not, going stright takes u into the parking lot of the airport, going right takes u to another on going highway, left however was the way i was headed, but to my enjoyment a vechicle on the left miss calculated my speed becuase i shouldnt have been doing that speed to begin with, darted out to beat me before i toke my turn, so here i am going towards this car now, to my surprise i stayed calm and applied most pressure to my back brake and alittle to the front. This caused my back tire to lock up and smoke coming out drawing more attention to me, not that the braking noise wasnt. Anywas i just missed the car but was embrassed and alittle pissed off at the car so i decided to take the turn and of course was going about 70 or 80 by now, clipped the curb and did a nice superman dive into some grass. ehhe nothing big and no broken bones but i always tell my buddies when first begining, "its not a matter of IF i fall its when I do fall.

[Shaddow]

I ride now & again, nothing serious. I have a 1992 Kawasaki ZXR 400 that has a few dents and scratched from being an idiot. I was cruisin down my back lane doing about 65, which generally isn't a big deal, cept I was sittin on just the rear tire :D was doing great until I hit a pot hole big enough to take 1/2 the tire, well shit the bike stopped really fast.



You know, it aint the fall that hurts, it's the sudden stop at the bottom. I didn't break anything, got lots of bruises.



I ride responsibly now.

[Kiennnt]

Damn.... fuck guys thats some messed up shit.... I don't own a bike, never ridden anything above a 80 hehe and that was about 6 or 7 years ago. Was thinking of getting one, however shit like this always comes to mind, and my old mans best mate is now a vegtable becuase of of an accident he had a couple of years back. Might stick to me Honda prelude.

[Xetox]

Its good to read stories like these....makes you realize your not emune to it. But can't let them spur you away from riding! If I did not have my bikes I dont think I could live life :)

[Shaddow]

How do you define sad????



Well I wasn't on 2 wheels, but I was ridin a bike of sorts.



I was on a jet ski, and I was showing off, doin wave jumps and shit (cute chicks on the beach) Well I was catchin some serious air. But not watchin what I was doing. I crested this one wave just before it broke just off the beach when the fucker broke and receded it wasn't water under me it was sand, and I dropped from about 30ft in the air. Man I hit fuckin hard, cracked my fuckin hull in half. knocked my self silly in the process. fucked thing is the chikcs all laughed at me, and I went home alone with a busted boat. and summer aint even offically started. bummer.