Now tell us about that death defying story with your old 750...
It's a long story....in short it is how chance can quickly humble an arrogant young guy rather quickly. Bike number 5, roughly 100k miles of riding under my belt. New bike, 21st birthday, fresh back from vacation and celebrating with family.
Got a work call to drive from Orlando to Miami on a beautiful morning and figured why not take the new bike instead of the gas guzzler truck.
One idiot driver, two used up Pirelli race tires, a moments distraction as i checked my blind spot after passing, a handful too much brake, and it was all she wrote. 70 mph into a trailer doing 20-30.
Right leg almost cutoff at the hip from hitting the trailer, left femur compound spiral fractured removing parts of my quad. All the rest was 'secondary' injuries: collapsed lung, broken ribs, shoulders, hands, feet worn down to the Bone, nerve & brain damage.
The next 4 weeks was a living hell of surgery after surgery continuously opening the same wounds to battle a blood infection from the shattered leg. I ripped Staples out trying to stand up the first week when I realized they wanted to amputate. They said being a triathlete was the only thing that saved me...but surgery 6 is where I gave up. Crying at my dad until they finally found a pain killer that worked, one that worked a little too well.
I never thought I would wreck seriously. I never thought I'd willingly give up life. I never thought a moment could completely change your life. I'll never be a competitive triathlete, but I still remember that hospital bed, and can't believe that God or luck or whatever you call it, saved me and even saw fit to make me a husband and a father, let alone all the other amazing experiences I have had since.
Be safe everyone, be aware of what you are putting on the line. I know it's a passion, and life isn't worth living without passion. But everything should be balanced, and motorcycles are just one passion amongst many for me. I suspect I'll soon be like the older guys I used to respect and strictly be a track rider. I still can't believe of all the stupid things I did, how innocent the accident was...and how easily it could happen again. But of course no one ever thinks it will be them.
All the best,