I knew it was only a matter of time. I was out riding hard today on some mountain roads and put it down.
I panicked and locked my front brakes up on a tire I really shouldn't have been riding on. I was coming into a nasty corner with some weird pitches in the road. I saw the guys ahead of me had stopped and tried to stop too when I should have just rode through and come back.
I low sided into some gravel and the bike started dragging me with it towards a ravine. I managed to get both feet on the frame and kicked it as hard as I could so I didn't get pulled with it. It did a flip and went nose down over the edge. I shattered the nose and upper left fairing along with smashing my tank.
When I stopped tumbling I couldn't understand why the guys in front of me weren't moving to help me, then I realized we were down one guy. The guy in front of me had come into the corner faster than I had and locked up his rear brake. He high sided and launched him and his bike off the edge. He flew 30 some odd feet from the road into a ravine. His bike hit a tree and completely smashed the tank front fairing, then landed on him in the creek.
I realized I have a huge problem here though. I was barely phased by what happened. I watched a guy I ride with get air lifted to a hospital and go immediately into surgery. He broke his pelvis in 3 places and dislocated his hip. When I got down to him he was completely unresponsive. This should have shaken me up and it didn't. I don't know if I am just doing this invincible 20's thing or what, but I don't want to die in a creek at the bottom of a ravine with a bike laying on me.
A few feet farther and I would have hit a stand of three trees.
This is kind of an odd post, but I can't make heads of tails with myself about what happened. I am not reacting to it in a normal way, I seem to lack any sense of caution.
I'm not ready to die, I hate to consider it, but it may be my time to bow out of street bikes.