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Let's see who had a more awesome Memorial Day Weekend so far.
I got hit by a 1998 Ford Ranger, how about you?
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Extended story to follow. And for those who want it quick, fast, and easy:
Got hit by truck. Stayed upright. Here I am.
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The long version:
Sunday morning, I do what I usually do on a weekend morning. Wake up, slum around, and then finally decide to shower, jump on the bike and grab some breakfast.
Usually, I gear up to the nines: Helmet, gloves, boots, overpants. Today, I just wanted to grab breakfast and then go home to chill. Actually, I was going to go home, jump in the cage and pick up some spray wax and stuff to give the bike a nice shine before heading out tonight to see some friends. Anyway, I didn't have overpants on, b/c they're not terribly comfortable to sit in. Sometimes, I just want to be a hooligan.
Had breakfast, talked to the lovely girls that worked at the diner, same old, same old. Then rode home -- the long way, naturally.
I am coming down route 126, about to turn right onto Mann Street. I slow down and put my blinker on. Slowing down is crucial, Mann Street is tight, and the entrance always has sand, and the road is pothole covered.
I begin to lean over... *BAM* there's a truck on my right hand side... a few luck factors here:
- I didn't turn IN FRONT of his truck
- I hadn't fully committed into my lean yet (early in the turn)
I run into an angle into his driver side door, manage to stay upright, but as we're now both moving forward, I get jammed onto the side of his truck -- I think maybe my handlebar got wedged between the cab and the bed or something.
*POP* *POP*
Pieces of my windshield come flying at me as I try to keep it upright...
I am now being pulled along, 'stuck' against the truck. I'm not fighting, b/c I don't know what's going to happen. I somehow manage to free the bike, roll away, and keep upright. I somehow manage to avoid being hit by oncoming vehicles (there were none -- rare) as I get to the opposite side of the read.
I hop off the bike and the driver of the truck exclaims, "You're blinker wasn't on!"
"Actually, it was sir, and it's still on," I say as I point towards the bike.
Not less than 2 minutes later I hear a police car. "Damn, that's fast," I think to myself. As I was talking to the officer, I said, "You must have just been down the street." (Speed trap area). "Yeah," he replies, "I saw traffic wasn't moving, and a lady told me someone had just hit a motorcycle." I guess he had called for reinforcements too, b/c he said they were on their way.
I've never seen so many emergency vehicles in one place in my life... and apparently, they had never seen such a minor motorcycle accident in theirs... so we were even. It took them a while to get there, so I'm thankful that it wasn't a worse accident.
Pictures of the damage will follow.
I am okay, the worse of my scrapes occurred on the inside of my LEFT leg... weird. Since my right side was the one between the truck and my bike. Luckily, I was upright the whole time and didn't go down. I am very lucky.
I think I got everything. Ask lots of questions to stir up my memory before I forget, and so I can write a good detailed report.
PS: LEO's helped make sure we exchanged all the proper info.
In fact... the best part was when he was giving us our paperwork back, and handed the driver of the truck a ticket, "This is for improper lane change."
"Even though I thought he was going to turn the other way?" (Change in story here, since the first time was, "You didn't have a blinker on." and now it's "I thought he was turning left...")
"You must maintain control of your vehicle at all times."
They towed my bike home (all of TWO BLOCKS, I WAS TWO BLOCKS FROM MY HOUSE).
HP
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