Boom! Bang! Screech!
Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 7:12 pm
Well, folks, it happened. As some of you know, I've been tinkering and whatnot, trying to get my bike in working order (even repainted it...) after it died on me two weeks ago. It started up again on Tuesday.
Tonight, I was in an accident on the way home from work. The bike is in pieces.
Couple of guys were hootin' and hollerin', shouting out inappropriate/obscene remarks. Tried to get away from them. Lost focus, dumped the clutch. Front wheel came up, gas tank came completely out of its spot and fell on my chest. I hit the ground, not quite flat on my back. My scrawny tush took the brunt of the fall.
The front wheel went back down, rolled a short bit and fell over in the middle of the intersection. I couldn't get up at first, but popped up and picked up the bike, rolled it out of the way. Really not sure how I managed to do that. My right knee took damage. Can't really walk on it right now. I think it'll be fine, though. My booty sure is sore, though.
Thank the Lord for ATGATT! There's a nasty dent/set of scrapes where the back of my helmet hit the pavement and slid a short bit. I have no cuts or scrapes because I was wearing all of my gear.
I can't really say this to anyone outside of the riding world... but I think you guys will understand. I feel like part of my soul has been torn up. Watching the tow truck people pick up the pieces and tie them down was truly heartbreaking. I know this isn't my last bike. Was never going to be. But it's the only one I could've had for a while. With Bob still looking for a job and me trying to support us on a salary that a single person would struggle on... it's just not happening any time soon. Makes me sick to my stomach, really.
Sigh... overall, I'm ok. The best I can do right now is hobble about, because of my knee, but I'm alive. It could've been so much worse.
Tonight, I was in an accident on the way home from work. The bike is in pieces.
Couple of guys were hootin' and hollerin', shouting out inappropriate/obscene remarks. Tried to get away from them. Lost focus, dumped the clutch. Front wheel came up, gas tank came completely out of its spot and fell on my chest. I hit the ground, not quite flat on my back. My scrawny tush took the brunt of the fall.
The front wheel went back down, rolled a short bit and fell over in the middle of the intersection. I couldn't get up at first, but popped up and picked up the bike, rolled it out of the way. Really not sure how I managed to do that. My right knee took damage. Can't really walk on it right now. I think it'll be fine, though. My booty sure is sore, though.
Thank the Lord for ATGATT! There's a nasty dent/set of scrapes where the back of my helmet hit the pavement and slid a short bit. I have no cuts or scrapes because I was wearing all of my gear.
I can't really say this to anyone outside of the riding world... but I think you guys will understand. I feel like part of my soul has been torn up. Watching the tow truck people pick up the pieces and tie them down was truly heartbreaking. I know this isn't my last bike. Was never going to be. But it's the only one I could've had for a while. With Bob still looking for a job and me trying to support us on a salary that a single person would struggle on... it's just not happening any time soon. Makes me sick to my stomach, really.
Sigh... overall, I'm ok. The best I can do right now is hobble about, because of my knee, but I'm alive. It could've been so much worse.