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Worst and last accident was in 1981 (knock on arborite)...

SVA - inexperienced rider induced.
Bike damage: bike was a write off.
Body damage: numerous bone fractures (sorry no exrays to show ya ), torn ligaments and bruises. It was an 'up-down' hit and not a slide so no road rash.
Equipment damage: 1 scuff mark on my j.acket and a few marks on the h.elmet from where it bounced. P.ants, g.loves and b.oots... not a mark.

I was doing about 30mph, cage turned into my lane, low sided the bike and slid headfirst into the curb. Hit the curb with the chin guard of my full face helmet. Busted the helmet but saved my face. Ended up with 4 busted ribs, nasty cut on my chin and neck, and relocated my knee cap.. Rode my new bike home with the cast still on my right leg... under protests from the wife..

I was doing about 30mph, cage turned into my lane

I hope they stopped, rendered aid; paid for your bills and bike. In an ideal world that would be a normal human reaction. Often enough cagers don't stop but flee or actually were'nt aware they caused an accident that nearly killed someone.

eugeart wrote:

I was doing about 30mph, cage turned into my lane

I hope they stopped, rendered aid; paid for your bills and bike. In an ideal world that would be a normal human reaction. Often enough cagers don't stop but flee or actually were'nt aware they caused an accident that nearly killed someone.

Yep, she stopped...mainly because my bike was wedged under her car. Luckily she had good insurance.

bikeguy joe wrote:Broke my neck (3 vertebrea) and my collarbone in one "good one". That was my last one- 22 years ago.

Too much; speed/alcohol/youth based perceived immortality. Plus I was trying to out run the cops......hey, you're only young once.

Me too. (all except for the part about the cops)!

eugeart wrote:

I was doing about 30mph, cage turned into my lane

I hope they stopped, rendered aid; paid for your bills and bike. In an ideal world that would be a normal human reaction. Often enough cagers don't stop but flee or actually were'nt aware they caused an accident that nearly killed someone.

Yeah you'd think that. I'd stop for someone who I just "messed" up. But when I lowsided my old bike, the piece of sht van that caused it just pulled away like they didn't even see me. Fortunately a trucker was paying attention and stopped rather than run me over (my leg was stuck under hte bike in the middle of the road) and helped me move. He must've been looking way ahead to be able to stop in time. Then a cop car coming the other direction pulled around and helped too. Sometimes I like cops.

People suck.

P.S. Wear your gear! All I got out of it was some road rash and my knees were kinda screwy for a couple weeks. Thank god for leather!

Eugeart wrote:I'll soon be a full-fledged radiographer (I hope). I've seen all manner of shattered, severed and broken bones and other various injury types. Believe me and scoutmedic-- it isn't pretty or funny at all. Many people are never the same again even if they survive.


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The thing I've learned from all the "accidents" I've seen.....
1) Don't ride under the influence (alcohol or any other drug).
2) Always wear your safety gear, especially a helmet.
3) Know your limits. If you don't know your limits, don't get on a bike.
4) Always stay alert.
5) Be nice to the paramedic or you'll get REALLY big needles. Laughing



If you think it can't or won't happen to you be prepared for a big shock some day. I sincerely hope it never arrives for anybody.

I'm sorry if you took offense to my "#5". I wasn't trying to make light of the situation. I was simply trying to add a bit of humor to a dark subject. We in EMS tend to joke about things that most other people would find offensive. It's a defense mechanism to keep from going insane. The other four "Things I've learned..." are truthful and, to my knowledge accurate. I appologize again for causing any hard feelings or for seeming callous or flip about your or anyone's injuries.

*DOH!* Don't post when very sleepy. Just reread that and realized that Eugeat was agreeing with me.

scoutmedic-

I thought it was funny.

Strange and funny things happen when in an ambulance and at the hospital. When the drunk driver nearly killed me even though I was just revived from no heartbeat and all busted up, the paramedics joked with me and I with them the whole 45 minutes they were cutting me from the wreckage and then all the way to the hospital. Once in the E.R/X-Ray, I was still the life of the party....don't remember the part about telling the life flight guys that I wasn't getting in that "friggin' piece of crap unless I was almost dead and strapped to a gurney"... The guy looked me straight in the eye WITH A SMILE and said "well, your are".

The strangest things seem to happen when you have had a major accident. My first bad one I hit a car and flew about 30 feet through the air to land in the gutter on the other side of the intersection. Not a scratch on my helmet and a tiny scuff on my jacket and pants. I have no idea how I landed but I must have done something right. I remember lying on the road and it seemed as soon as I came to a complete stop a woman was leaning over me telling me she was a nurse and the ambulance was on its way.
My next bad one was super weird. I was again lying on the road (about 20 yards up the road from my last accident 5 yrs earlier) and not one but two doctors were just driving past in seperate cars and stopped to help out. It was almost surreal to have the medics from the ambulance splinting my leg whilst two doctors were stuffing around trying to get my bag off without cutting it. If I wasn't so broken it would have been funny. Oh and it happened in front of a fire station, so I had a couple of firemen giving me oxygen till the ambulance showed up.

The reactions of bystanders can be pretty funny. After departing my bike at a high rate of speed, and flying/rolling about 100 ft. down the highway, a couple of motorist stopped to check me out. I was lying on my back with a full-face helmet and dark shield. Two guys run up and just start staring. One guy turned to the other and said, "I think he's dead". The other guy said, "Let's check" and poked me quite firmly in the side with the toe of his boot. Needless to say, my response to that kind of treatment not only confirmed that I was alive, but also that I had quite a profane vocabulary.