Post by grepper on Apr 9, 2007 12:07:23 GMT -5
They say that most motorcycle accidents happen to riders within their first year and within 5 miles of their home. That would be me!
Preface: Since I was a kid I've wanted a motorcycle. My mother, being a nurse, always said No Motorcycles! Being a good son, I respected her wishes while I was still under her roof. Then as a young adult I got married and my wife repeated my mother, No Motorcycles! Now, I found myself in my mid-thirties, divorced and no one my life saying it to me. So, what the heck, I'm going to do this thing. Not wanting to blow a lot of money on a new hobby, I decided to buy a bike from a co-worker last fall for $450, an 1980 XS650. It had been sitting outside for a couple of years after it saw a minor crash. I have been tinkering with the thing all winter fixing it up. My plan was to read all about riding, practice in the High School parking lot in my neighborhood and take the written and road test for my cycle endorsement without the class. Not that I was against the class, I just wanted to get started before the classes start in June.
Last weekend I had just replaced the weak coil with a new one from Mike's XS. I decided to take the bike around the block for a test ride. WOW, what a difference that new coil made. Because I was just going around the block, I didn't bother with my riding jacket and boots. Well.. At the end of my block, about 6 houses down from mine, I rounded the corner a little too fast and before I knew it I was sliding on my side. It all happened so fast, I have no idea how I lost control. Was it loose gravel, was I grabbing the front break.. I have no idea. The bike came down on my ankle and sprained it pretty bad. My light jacket and jeans ripped wide open, giving me some serious road-rash and busing. All and all, a very humbling experience. The only serious injury was to my pride. Luckily the bike fared pretty well, a bent gear-shift lever, knocked off turn signal, and minor scraping on the stand, mirror, and headlight bucket.
My first thoughts were, "Motorcycles are not for me". After calming down and resting up for a day, I evaluated my situation. For one thing, I'm not going to get the $ out of the bike that I put in. An other, I'm not a quitter! One little setback has never stopped me from achieving anything in my life before. Monday morning I signed up for a class that starts in June. I just have to take it easy. If I go my first year without ever taking the thing of 40mph, that's fine with me.
Ride On and be Safe.
Preface: Since I was a kid I've wanted a motorcycle. My mother, being a nurse, always said No Motorcycles! Being a good son, I respected her wishes while I was still under her roof. Then as a young adult I got married and my wife repeated my mother, No Motorcycles! Now, I found myself in my mid-thirties, divorced and no one my life saying it to me. So, what the heck, I'm going to do this thing. Not wanting to blow a lot of money on a new hobby, I decided to buy a bike from a co-worker last fall for $450, an 1980 XS650. It had been sitting outside for a couple of years after it saw a minor crash. I have been tinkering with the thing all winter fixing it up. My plan was to read all about riding, practice in the High School parking lot in my neighborhood and take the written and road test for my cycle endorsement without the class. Not that I was against the class, I just wanted to get started before the classes start in June.
Last weekend I had just replaced the weak coil with a new one from Mike's XS. I decided to take the bike around the block for a test ride. WOW, what a difference that new coil made. Because I was just going around the block, I didn't bother with my riding jacket and boots. Well.. At the end of my block, about 6 houses down from mine, I rounded the corner a little too fast and before I knew it I was sliding on my side. It all happened so fast, I have no idea how I lost control. Was it loose gravel, was I grabbing the front break.. I have no idea. The bike came down on my ankle and sprained it pretty bad. My light jacket and jeans ripped wide open, giving me some serious road-rash and busing. All and all, a very humbling experience. The only serious injury was to my pride. Luckily the bike fared pretty well, a bent gear-shift lever, knocked off turn signal, and minor scraping on the stand, mirror, and headlight bucket.
My first thoughts were, "Motorcycles are not for me". After calming down and resting up for a day, I evaluated my situation. For one thing, I'm not going to get the $ out of the bike that I put in. An other, I'm not a quitter! One little setback has never stopped me from achieving anything in my life before. Monday morning I signed up for a class that starts in June. I just have to take it easy. If I go my first year without ever taking the thing of 40mph, that's fine with me.
Ride On and be Safe.