I commute, and have had too many near misses to count.
I hit something in the road one time, on my PC800. I was running late for work, and riding into the sun, going too fast. I saw a glint of sunlight off something metallic, as I hit it and caught what felt like two feet of air. I landed it hard enough to bottom out, but everything was fine. Woke me up though.
Later that year, while riding through town on the same PC800, a woman in a Town Car took a left turn in front of me. I stuck the bike right into the front fender, just ahead of the right front wheel. I hung on, ripping skin off my hands, but ended up landing on my feet. The bike was totaled; parts flew everywhere. It sucked.
In 2005, I was riding my '98 Shadow Aero 1100 at 75 mph down the interstate in heavy traffic during broad daylight, and a deer jumped directly in front of me. I cut the deer in half, got sprayed with deer guts and bike parts, but thankfully did not go down. The deer carcass crushed my right foot controls, and I took a chunk of wind deflector in my right arm, so I was not able to use either brake. The front wheel made a horrible whining sound, from the fender being crushed into it, and I thought it would lock up at any moment, sending me over the handlebars and to certain death. I squeezed the tank with my legs, held on with my good arm, and basically waited to die. Worst 20 seconds of my life, relived in my nightmares for years after the fact.
I hit something in the road one time, on my PC800. I was running late for work, and riding into the sun, going too fast. I saw a glint of sunlight off something metallic, as I hit it and caught what felt like two feet of air. I landed it hard enough to bottom out, but everything was fine. Woke me up though.
Later that year, while riding through town on the same PC800, a woman in a Town Car took a left turn in front of me. I stuck the bike right into the front fender, just ahead of the right front wheel. I hung on, ripping skin off my hands, but ended up landing on my feet. The bike was totaled; parts flew everywhere. It sucked.
In 2005, I was riding my '98 Shadow Aero 1100 at 75 mph down the interstate in heavy traffic during broad daylight, and a deer jumped directly in front of me. I cut the deer in half, got sprayed with deer guts and bike parts, but thankfully did not go down. The deer carcass crushed my right foot controls, and I took a chunk of wind deflector in my right arm, so I was not able to use either brake. The front wheel made a horrible whining sound, from the fender being crushed into it, and I thought it would lock up at any moment, sending me over the handlebars and to certain death. I squeezed the tank with my legs, held on with my good arm, and basically waited to die. Worst 20 seconds of my life, relived in my nightmares for years after the fact.
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