I .feel your pain bro..I was pretty well hosed from the L4 down (can't post those x-rays, very clear shot of my junk) as well as as a broken pelvis, 6 ribs a punctured lung and a fractured sternum. Yeah, that was pleasant... as long as I didn't breathe or anything crazy like that. I'd been riding almost 40 years, competitively for most of them and I managed a dealership for 20, so I knew the odds were not in my favor.
Unfortunately, I was on the street about a mile from my house and this stupid...a-hem...lady thought it was just a great idea to text while pulling out into oncoming...ME
. I had to lay the bike down to avoid tattooing myself on the side of her car. I slid into a curbed median and had a high side get off...that tossed me 46 feet into incoming traffic. My head, shoulder/humerus and right hip took the brunt of the impact. I'm thankful to still be alive (most days), I have no (new) brain damage (thanks Arai Helmets) I can walk (with a limp) and I still have all my appendages...(kinda)
I miss it too man...it never gets outta your blood! I just can't ride anynmore because of the injuries ( plus the ones the redhead I'm married to would cause) the bright side is... I have all the time I need to devote to my new found passions....being a smarta$$ (okay that's not new) and PRS induced GAS!
My one and only ROAD accident was self inflicted.
I was riding a Kawasaki 400 triple two stroke, and my buddy was on a little 175 Suzy.
We were leaving a local water dam on a road that is extremely twisty turny. He was in front and making every maneuver possible to prevent me from passing. The distance between his rear tire and my front was akin to having "very low action".
Almost halfway through a hairpin turn my buddy dumps his bike. The sparks from pedals, frame, and forks showered over my head and I had to make a choice:
1) Run my dumbass buddy over
2) Take the curb and come what may
Like an idiot, I took the curb.
My ride flew and landed up against a tree with the front wheel the only thing touching the ground, and the seat propped up against the trunk as if you meant to park it like that!
I on the other hand flew like Superman through the trees. I cannot to this day understand how I did not plaster myself into the local forest with a yap full of bark. It must have looked like a Star Wars speeder scene, but no speeder!
I landed and rolled in the leaves, got up, ripped off my helmet and yelled "I'm alive!!!" No sh!t!
I was in a T-shirt (facepalm).
I walked over to my ride... it was still running, pointing nose down, completely perpendicular, and 90 degrees from your normal perspective.
Hauling it down onto two wheels I turned it off and hopped on. With the handle bars pointed straight, the wheel was about 30 degrees to port.
I straightened that out with the old "put the wheel between your legs and pull hard on the bars" technique, put on my helmet, and rode away with nary a scratch!
My buddy?
Never saw him again... just kidding. He wore a hole in his jeans and acquired some well earned road rash
He rode away too.
I'm sure I could have survived running him over better.
Off road antics are another story...