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I'm OK... I rode Mr.RC45 home but my shoulder is sore... there I was on Ice House
road facing the last tight down hill corner of Alan's great West Coast VFRD meet...
I've got Keith (keithbob) in tow... I see that Gary (parkmeister) is ready with the
camera... I'm going to demonstrate the two step method and quick steer... so I find
my turn in point... and the moment I cross it I find my apex point... I apply one quick
steering input and begin to roll on the throttle... as my vision is pulled around the
corner I spot a black motorcycle and panic... I made a split second decision that this
bike and I were on a collision course... it was a mistake because the bike was
parked... no matter I grab the brakes and the bike squirms and bucks... mercy me
I'm ejected off the saddle and Mr.RC45 spins around backwards... I'm going feet
first and Mr.RC45 is going tail first... together we sail through the trees and down the
hill... we basically come to rest side by side in a thud... I'm OK and the bike is OK
although it takes a good portion of the VFRD horde to get Mr.RC45 back on the
road... (thanks guys...)
Keith was 10 feet away and can fill in the sequence of events from his vantage point...
Not all of the skid marks are mine... only the long "S" one marked with arrows... I
think this was made by my front tire...
[image: user posted image]
The landing zone... I think my back tire took the bark off the small pine tree...
[image: user posted image]
Damage...
Carbon fiber tail cowl was pushed against the frame rail and the impact broke the clear coat...
Carbon fiber exhaust can is cracked...
Mirror fell off...
Bars spun on the forks due to my weight transfer... (thanks Keith for having a 6mm
allen handy)
Back of my leathers show mild scrape marks...
Helmet shows slight scratches...
My shoulder is sore...
All in all I really do feel lucky to be alive... but I've paniced like this before... back in
88 I mistook a mail box along the side of the road for a deer and hit the brakes so
hard that I almost crashed then...
My apologies to the group for messing up the ride... everyone was riding so good...
my aim was to share what I've learned at the California Superbike School but all I
did was demonstrate what not to do... namely panic and hit the brakes...
My sincere thanks to Gary for escort home and the little brown pills (aspirin???)... oh
well it worked... it took us less than an hour to cover the 57 miles back to
Sacramento and home... it was a no nonsense "get me home before the pain comes"
type of ride... all I wanted was my sweet Mary and the Hot Tub and red wine in that
order... whoa what a weekend!!!
road facing the last tight down hill corner of Alan's great West Coast VFRD meet...
I've got Keith (keithbob) in tow... I see that Gary (parkmeister) is ready with the
camera... I'm going to demonstrate the two step method and quick steer... so I find
my turn in point... and the moment I cross it I find my apex point... I apply one quick
steering input and begin to roll on the throttle... as my vision is pulled around the
corner I spot a black motorcycle and panic... I made a split second decision that this
bike and I were on a collision course... it was a mistake because the bike was
parked... no matter I grab the brakes and the bike squirms and bucks... mercy me
I'm ejected off the saddle and Mr.RC45 spins around backwards... I'm going feet
first and Mr.RC45 is going tail first... together we sail through the trees and down the
hill... we basically come to rest side by side in a thud... I'm OK and the bike is OK
although it takes a good portion of the VFRD horde to get Mr.RC45 back on the
road... (thanks guys...)
Keith was 10 feet away and can fill in the sequence of events from his vantage point...
Not all of the skid marks are mine... only the long "S" one marked with arrows... I
think this was made by my front tire...
[image: user posted image]
The landing zone... I think my back tire took the bark off the small pine tree...
[image: user posted image]
Damage...
Carbon fiber tail cowl was pushed against the frame rail and the impact broke the clear coat...
Carbon fiber exhaust can is cracked...
Mirror fell off...
Bars spun on the forks due to my weight transfer... (thanks Keith for having a 6mm
allen handy)
Back of my leathers show mild scrape marks...
Helmet shows slight scratches...
My shoulder is sore...
All in all I really do feel lucky to be alive... but I've paniced like this before... back in
88 I mistook a mail box along the side of the road for a deer and hit the brakes so
hard that I almost crashed then...
My apologies to the group for messing up the ride... everyone was riding so good...
my aim was to share what I've learned at the California Superbike School but all I
did was demonstrate what not to do... namely panic and hit the brakes...
My sincere thanks to Gary for escort home and the little brown pills (aspirin???)... oh
well it worked... it took us less than an hour to cover the 57 miles back to
Sacramento and home... it was a no nonsense "get me home before the pain comes"
type of ride... all I wanted was my sweet Mary and the Hot Tub and red wine in that
order... whoa what a weekend!!!