Dillon,
Lion_lady dishes out some strong medicine with a bitter taste, but she is not wrong.
Personally, I like the term crash instead accident, and I am not big into assigning blame. That is a task for lawyers, insurance companies, and God. Instead, I try to learn as much as I can from a crash and think hard about what I can do differently to avoid the same situation in the future. I try to look at any crash as a learning opportunity, cheep if it is someone else involved, expensive if I am involved. Objectively, I have no control over what other operators do on the road, I can only control my own behaviour as a rider, so I am most interested in what I can do differently to improve my riding strategies. I think this more important than trying to assign blame.
I don't speak for Lady_lion, and her words where a bit aggressive, but I think her heart is in the right place.
When Wrider asked "Was the accident that totaled the 600 your fault?", I think he was trying to get you to think about the risks involved in owning a bike with massive power, but this question also makes you look at your crash from the perspective of assigning blame.
I think a much better question would be "What did you learn from your 600 crash?"
If you learned nothing from the event, even if you where "blameless", that is a bigger issue than if you learned a lot from a crash where you where primarily at "fault". Even if you ride ATGATT, please don't forget that it is the grey matter inside your skull that has the greatest impact on your personal safety. How safe you are going to be on the Busa is primarily contingent on nothing more than your attitude and commitment to safety.
All that said, I would like to extend a most warm welcome to you as you join the Total Motorcycle Forum. Moreover, I thank you for the gift of your service in defence of our nation and pray for you safe and rapid return. May God see you safely home. You are one of the "we few, we happy few".
Safe Travels,
Richard
Earl of Westmoreland
O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
King Henry V.
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Henry V - Act 4, Scene 3 - The English Camp.