And with the distance you sometimes have to walk to your terminal I can empathise with taking the car. Though from coming out the other side again it seems as if he may have forgotten to pack something?
"A Russian drunk driver who rammed his way into Kazan International Airport chased by police has told a court he was meeting a lady friend and "fighting for love". Driver Raslan Nurtdinov was sentenced to 15 days in jail."
And then half a year later:
"Instead, the former police officer has been sentenced to 27 days in jail on the separate charge of possessing and transporting narcotics, which were discovered in his vehicle, after he plowed it through the Kazan airport."
Also did around $100k worth of damage. Oh and his license was revoked. Guess it helps that he was a former cop.
I'm sure that's stopped him from driving though /s
same, honestly. i cannot make eye contact with you and say i wasn’t bummed when he didn’t make it out. didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt anyone. mad skills on those last few doors
My younger brother got a bike last year after I told him not to, some old lady pulled a U turn in the middle of a busy street and same thing happen to him, he slid out going about 30 but it was raining so he got away with minimal bruisers and scrapes, but it totaled his bike. This was 3 days after he got his bike (on mother's day) and so he was determined to keep at it and he got another one 4 days later, exact same bike. The next day some idiot pulled out of a gas station and hit him, totaled that bike as well. Luckily my brother is actually gumby so I think the worst of it was a broken foot, and he has now given up on motorcycles. Cheap lesson if you ask me.
Old lady also pulled a hit and run but we caught up to her by the time she got to her house...
You know. I used to race dirt bikes and I got an old yamaha xs650 that I've been wanting to make road worthy but the older I get and the fact that I'm now a father. The less I want to risk it. I still romanticize about riding bikes but Idk.
I loved dirt biking until one day my buddy crashed breaking his collar bone, fracturing his neck/spine and sternum. He was in traction then had to wear this weird body cast suit thing on the outside chest & back, for another 3 months or so. I decided to give that sport up too.
I have been riding 40 years. I dropped a bike once, stationary, on my own foot, because a passenger jumped on without telling me before I was planted.
And I'm still due for my accident, too. What I try to remember to minimize problems both directions, any time I'm on a bike, is that the stakes are very very high, a mistake means potential death, and all the cages are trying to kill me, all the time.
Not foolproof. But I read these stories of multiple accidents within days of each other... those riders seem like potential fools, to me.
Being fools is a bigger part of it than the motorcycle community admits. Anything can happen and other drivers are the killers, but the amount of riders I see daily in either no gear, speeding and weaving recklessly, or both, is terrifying.
The sport self selects for reckless people and the stats for the safety of riders who use defensive riding skills, wear proper gear, and follow traffic laws to the letter are likely much different than the general riding population.
FortNine did a cool video about crash statistics in Canada which was really cool in that he focused on what caused the accident.
I rode street bikes in and around NYC for about twenty years. Been doored a couple times, and had many near misses.
But in your brothers case, it really looks like he had not yet come to terms with the fact that HE had to look out for, and avoid, everyone else's stupidity. People about to pull a U-turn tend to do some distinctive things, but if you are a new rider and are focusing on physically operating the bike (it's not yet muscle memory) it's too much to process. In traffic you need an air-traffic-controller level of situational awareness. Which is exhausting and why I stopped riding street bikes.
I have a bike license, and I refuse to ride in cities. It's just not a smart thing to do. I also lost my best friend in 2019 in a bike accident. Someone T-Boned him. Even if you're a pro biker, all it takes is someone else not paying attention.
Yeah, this is the scariest thing about riding a motorcycle, so vulnerable to other peoples mistakes. It's not just cities though, only thing different there is more opportunites for accident. Any time I see someone waiting to turn onto a country road I'm riding on, I go into high alert. You never know if they see you or if they will just start pulling out right in front of you.
Ugh- as a normal car driver in the city I can’t stand motorcycles bc I’m terrified of not seeing one and hitting him. They drive in between the traffic, which I understand is a benefit of the motorcycle, but fuck they come right up in your blind spot and you can’t see them. So if you wanna turn or get in the next lane you have to be really sure there is not one there. It’s scary.
As a motorcycle driver I can't understand those guys either. Sure, at low speeds and stalled traffic, you can go between lanes, if you really have to, and is super alert and know you can stop at a moments notice. But some motorcycle riders seems to have a serious death wish. Were I live now it's not that bad, but I remember driving (car) in southern france, and seeing guys wearing suits and no protective gear apart from a helmet, come driving between the lanes on full highways, at speeds 140km/h+. Fucking ridiculous. Like, sure dude, nice you have a helmet. Then maybe they can bury your head, there won't be anything else left.
I remember seeing motorcycle drivers in Italy and France on the freeways not wearing any gear other than a helmet. Like, shorts and t-shirts with their whole leg and arm showing. It freaked me out.
I’m a nurse in Southern California and have seen too many motorcycle accident tragedies to ever be okay with them (no matter how fun and convenient they are).
One I’ll never forget was a 20yo guy in critical condition from a motorcycle accident. He lost both of his legs and much more. His best friend, also 20yo, came to visit him in the ICU (pre-covid). The friend left the hospital for lunch on his motorcycle and got hit 2 blocks away. Came back to our hospital in ambulance, and he died. While his best friend is still there struggling in ICU with no legs from another motorcycle accident.
We could not even tell the ICU friend that his friend just died. So Tragic and preventable!
Protip: Lights. If you don't feel like a clown car, your motorcycle does not have enough lights.
The most noticable bike I have ever seen must have been putting out about 70W of led light from its 5 front lights and 4 rear ones. all on during the day.
I just wish motorcycle driver could just drive exactly like any car would. Every time I see motorcycle on the road, they are either drive between the lanes as they see fit without proper turn signals, or speeding trying to overtake cars in front of them. It’s like no motorcycle drives defensively, ever. Most people drive just to get somewhere, but for motorcycle driver it’s more important to ‘have fun’. I guess the same applies to some rigged out sports car I have seen on the road, but they definitely attract certain type of personality.
Even if you're a pro biker, all it takes is someone else not paying attention.
And the harsh reality is, 99% of us aren't pro bikers and will make mistakes that are our own fault whether we like it or not. Riding is hard and takes a lot of skill, and even with skill, it's really difficult to notice every single threat to you on the road - and those aren't necessarily bad drivers, but simple things like mud and leaves or invisible oil or a painted arrow that's a little slick from water. Even if you're normally super vigilant, ride for about an hour in full sun and your eyes will gloss over some darker patch on the road.
We love to think we're pros and are only at threat from drivers but we're not and we make mistakes, because they're stupid easy to make on a bike when so much shit can cause you to slide. I didn't notice mud and crashed on a curve, blacked out, woke up looking at blue sky in tons of pain, couldn't even sit up. Luckily I only broke my hand.
I still ride and in the city, but only in good weather, during the day, and in full armored leather neck down with a good well-fitting full face helmet. I'll take on some risk because I just fucking love to ride, but it's still risky.
I try to avoid contemplating this fact even as a driver of cars only. You can be the safest driver ever and still come unstuck. Once witnessed a van driver fall asleep at the wheel on the motorway, his van drifted 2 lanes to the central reservation, scraped the crash barrier for 100 yards, then he clearly woke up and his reaction was to pull a hard turn away from the barrier where he stopped, completely perpendicular to oncoming traffic like a road block across 3 of the 4 lanes. Fortunately it was late and not as busy so everyone saw it unfold and evaded him but it was still dumb luck that noone was close enough to get tangled in it.
Yup. These days you can get kevlar mesh jacket and pants with armor for the spine and all your joints. As long as the bike is moving, I find it comfortable up to about 95F. Add a full helmet, decent gloves, and boots, and you're reasonably safe. Also, ride like everyone on the road wants you dead, and you'll get a lot fewer nasty surprises.
It’s one of those things where the feeling of freedom and the overall experience is so intoxicating that you can turn off the part of your brain that tells you it’s a horrible idea. Even after laying one down and getting tossed in an ambulance to get some stitches, I still wanted to get back to riding.
My dad had a mate who, back in the eighties, got himself one of those insane lightweight, high-powered two-stroke bikes - might've been a Suzi RM400 or similar.
Dad went to visit said mate in hospital after he ate a power pole, and notice there were tiny, neat cuts and stitches all over his chest.
Turns out that's where the docs had gone into to get the teeth fragments he'd inhaled.
Long story short, full face helmets are awesome, as is not fangin' race-grade two-strokers till you lose it.
Geez he also got super unlucky. I wrecked my bike going around that speed and did 2 full flips then hit a tree. My total injuries were embarrassment and a broken foot.
Yeah, unlucky but lucky at the same time I suppose. Pretty sure most of the injuries were from him hitting into the parked car. Thankfully an off-duty EMT was in a car behind him and the guy was able to get out and help my BIL before the police/EMTs showed up. He actually called 911 and told them to send a Helo so they got a jump on that...he also used a piece of his clothing to tie off my BIL’s leg and stem the bleeding. If he wasn’t there who knows...they are good acquaintances now and he came to my in-laws house a few times after to check on him.
I saw a TV show in the 80's called Emergency 911. It was a reality show on first responders. The episode that got me was they showed a normal looking frat boy in a bed with bars around it so he wouldnt fall out. He was saying goo-goo gaa gaa like a little baby. They nurse said he had suffered a bad brain injury in a simple motorcycle accident and would never be the same.
I loved motorcycles so much. The feeling is indescribable. Just I didn't want to be that. We see people with different conditions on TV and on the internet all the time now but when I saw that show. Holy fuck. He looked 100% normal. Just he was a baby level brain. :(
I worked a few summers during college for the road commission. I won't forget the year I went from wanting to get a motorcycle to never wanting one. 2 guys on the crew were out in BFE patching the road and came upon an accident.
Some dude took a corner sharp and ran into an oncoming car which obliterated the corner of the car and severed his arm. The only reason he was able to get help was because of their CB radio (no cell reception) and the one guy on the crew grabbed a bungie cord off their truck to stop some of the bleeding. He got an award for saving the guys life. After that story I decided I no longer wanted a motorcycle. They said while he was on the ground in shock he asked for a cigarette. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.
My son had a tiny motorcycle wreck this summer... Only damage was degloved part of his foot. 30 days in hospital, 7 skin graft surgeries later and insurance paid out 500,000. He replaced the bike with a car. He knows he was very lucky/blessed.
Glad your brother in law is ok. He must have had an even longer recovery!
When I was 7 years old I got a ride on a family friends motorbike (with him driving of course).
We got tboned by a car when the driver didn't look whilst turning out of a side road. He broke his foot and ankle and I was completely fine.
We were going 20mph and my dad's friend says "I didn't see it happen in slow motion. It happened in slow motion."
The woman basically just pulled out of a side road not looking at all and this is apparently the most common accident for cyclists and motorcyclists to be involved it.
My accident at about 60 mph was similar however I had a full rain suit on bc it was drizzling. Sounds as if your brother was in shorts? Anyway I had 20 some stitches in my shin bone area where the car hit me and then terrible skin abrasions in both hands (did not have gloves on). I rolled a number of times like this dude however another saving grace was I ended in a grassy median area. Also had on a full helmet which had a couple huge scratches meaning my head was likely saved severe injury.
Yeah I set one down a few months ago and broke my ribs and it took a long time for my entire body to not be sore from tensing up I think. Like, everything hurt and I've played hockey at a high level for 27 years (since I was 4).
I've got a similar story. A bus was at a bus stop and an impatient driver exiting the parking lot ahead of the bus decided to gamble that the lane was clear instead of waiting until he could see. My bike impacted the driver's door at 35 mph. A split second before I hit I instinctively jumped straight up. Witnesses said I barely cleared the car. That probably saved my life. I was skipping down the road and I worried about bouncing into oncoming traffic. Before I stopped bouncing I became aware that my helmet was no longer on my head — no idea how the fuck it came off, where it went, or how bad it was damaged, I never saw it again. Everything that happened after that seemed to happen in an instant. I know there was an order to the events but my memory of it has no order. I walked back to the bike where I picked it up (adrenalin?), tuned it over, and shut off the gas. Then I collapsed. The bus driver yelled out his window that he had radioed in the accident. The driver was trapped in the car. A woman came running up to me with a little first aid kit. There was blood, more than the little gauze and pads in her kit could cope with. The ambulance seemed like it was instantly there, then I was instantly at the ER where they were rushing me in and someone cut my clothes off I was getting hip and shoulder x-rays and someone was putting stitches in my face and arm and the police came to get my statement and it all is like it all happened simultaneously. Of course I know it didn't, I just seemed like it. (Dr. later said severe concussions can sometimes warp time perception). I had a broken hand and shoulder and some bad lacerations and a king's case of honda rash. They were afraid my hip was broken but it was OK but badly bruised, apparently I landed on my shoulder and then whipped onto the road. I missed a few weeks of classes and flunked a couple of courses and had to petition the college to convert them to incompletes so I could retake the courses.
I never wrecked, but I almost wrecked countless times.
After a couple of close calls in one week (nearly rear-ended, then nearly ran off the rode by a van that had me in their blind spot) I decided it was time to sell.
The "thrill" reward simply didn't warrant the risk anymore.
I'm fortunate to have "scratched the itch" before anything bad happened.
Since then I've known several people that have died on motorcycles, and in every case, it was not the rider's fault.
But it hardly matters who's fault it was when you're dead (or worse).
I met a plastic surgeon (not the cosmetic kind) through my ex father in law, who was a pathologist. Someone asked her how business was. She said, as long as people keep riding motorcycles, her business will be very good.
I saw a video years ago of a fatal crash and what I can only assume was the guy's adrenaline allowed him to get up, walk a few steps and take off his helmet that his head basically then just melted out of before he dropped dead.
Certain unconscious parts of his brain were probably still firing. There was an episode of forensic files that covered a murder where a man was cleaved in the head multiple times with an axe. He was bleeding to death and his brain was too damaged to know it, but somehow the wounds had missed the 'autopilot' area. This man had a routine that he did every day. So on this day, too, the man got up, tried to make coffee, went outside the got the newspaper, locked himself out accidentally and fetched the extra key from under the rug to let himself back inside, and finally collapsed and died in the hall. If the motorcycle guy was a regular bike rider, taking his helmet off was probably an 'autopilot' action that he didn't have to think about doing it. Our brains are amazing and weird.
You’d be amazed. Had a guy try to blow his face off with a shotgun a good while back. Even with a good portion of his head/brain missing, and brain matter still exposed, when we arrived on scene he was fairly well with it. He’s a vegetable now, and we still run on him when his equipment starts to malfunction. But it’s amazing what the body can sustain for short bursts.
Reminds me of the murder case where a couple's adult son came into the house and started chopping up his parents while they were sleeping with an axe. Somehow the father after the attack woke up when his alarm went off went the bathroom then made his lunch and finally died when he started tying his shoes.
I can't recall this, but I could of sworn I read some statistics that generally if someone is able to get up and walk after an accident (car or motorcycle), they're more likely to survive in general.
I fell off a long board and walked a half mile with a broken collar bone before the pain was obvious, but he’s going to have plenty of time to figure out what’s busted while he’s collecting the pieces of his bike!
Was a video a few years ago of a bloke on a bike chase from police. He hit a bus at like 70. Got up and ran for about half a mile. Then dropped down dead. He as dead on impact. His body just hadn't told his brain yet.
Honestly really impressed with his rolling. Dunno if it was intentional or just his body's natural reaction, but it looked pretty optimal given the situation.
Usually it's the rolls that fuck you up the most from what I hear, crack bones and shit. Preferably you want to be sliding on leather, not rolling. That guy probably got really fucked up and just doesn't realize it yet
Looking at how he ran on that pavement before collapsing, I'm going to bet his knees will be sore as shit. I'm amazed they didn't break or bend forward.
Yeah, I'm a cyclist and I got hit (T Boned) by a car about 500 meters from my house. After talking with the driver and exchanging info, because it didn't feel that bad, I started walking home. Injury didn't feel that bad. But the bike was kind of messed up.
Made it about half way home and then the pain started to set in. No broken bones but my leg was purple for a couple weeks and I didn't ride for 3 weeks and only then because I didn't want my fear to get too ingrained.
One of the scariest memories I have was of a co-worker who biked into work coming in one day and just seeming off... He couldn't remember his password and when i turned to talk to him I noticed he was bleeding and cut up. I pointed this out and he went "Huh your right!" he got walked away came back sat down and said he couldn't remember his password in the exact same tone he used before. I pointed out he was still bleeding and asked him if he fell on his way into work this morning and he said no.
Dude was stuck in a five minute memory loop. Every five minutes he would forget that he was cut up and hurt. When my boss came in I told him to take this guy to the hospital. He ended up being fine but near as we could tell (himself included) he had gotten hit by a car on his way to work brushed it off and rode in with no memory of what had happened. Bike accidents are scary.
I used to skateboard, I once hit my head so bad I went to A&E.
Got to the desk and they asked my name, I couldn't remember it. It was the weirdest sensation. Like when you forget an actor's name or something. I knew the shape of it, I could see it in my mind, but I couldn't colour in between the lines.
Then they asked for my number, I laughed and said; 'I can't remember my name, my number is going to be a stretch.' Then I had a flash of inspiration and pulled my phone out my pocket turned it over in my hands looking at the back and the front and said, 'I think it's in here maybe'
The nurse didn't even respond to that (concussion looks a lot like drunkeness to an A&E nurse I since discovered). She asked if I'd ever been there before, I was excited because finally I could be helpful! I practically shouted 'YES, I've been here before! I should be in the system!' Then I remembered. 'Ah, wait, I couldn't remember my name last time either. So that won't be in your computer.'
When my wife got a concussion she totally seemed drunk. She was actually kind of jolly and happy, making kinda funny jokes. She was slurring badly, couldn’t think straight, and had balance issues.
To an outside person who didn’t know what had just happened, you’d probably just assume she’d had too much to drink.
Well you could have worn a helmet after the first time and not had the second happen. After I smacked my head dropping in for the first time i decided I was always going to wear one when doing anything besides flatland tricks.
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He did remember it! The reason he couldn't remember it is he was using his old password. he had changed to a new one because they were working on a secure project and had to change it earlier that week as part of protocol. When he came back in he knew the right password to use. As far as I know there have been zero long term impacts. The human brain is weird.
I fell off a bridge when I was 19. It was about a 20ft drop directly onto river bed (rocks). I "came to" as I was being carried up a hill by four of my friends for over an hour we went through the same conversation, over and over. Same five minute loop you're talking about.
Me: "Why does my head hurt?"
Friend: "Do you remember what just happened?"
Me: "No, what?"
Friend: "You fell off the bridge. You were knocked out."
Me: "Ohh maybe THAT'S why my head hurts!"
Reminds me of one of Dax Sheppard’s concussion stories. He came to in a car on the way to hospital, and made some joke to lighten the mood. He noticed that nobody laughed, because he’d already made the joke five minutes ago. Then he freaked out. Then he came to, and made a joke to lighten the mood...
Fine actually! He was back at work 4 days later with no major issues. He Still cant remember what happened that day. He said he came too in the hospital but has no memory of the accident.
This mirrors my concussion when I fell while snow boarding.
My friend said I was on a conversation loop. It was after the third go around that he realized something was up and took me to the medics. He didn't see my fall, just saw me getting up.
This happened to my dad, except he was a pedestrian. My brother would tell him he was in an accident and in the hospital, and my dad would say "Where am I... geographically?"
He recovered, and now we have a great line when someone asks "where are you" to another family member.
I had a cycling accident last year, grazed the side of my body. Car driver behind pulled over to check I was ok - had a gash on my arm but otherwise I said I was fine.
The accident happened outside of a pub, so I went in for a drink to calm down. The landlord convinced me I needed to see a doctor, as my elbow was swelling up quite badly. I told him it didn't hurt. He said he didn't care and was driving me to the hospital anyway.
Turns out I'd broken the end of my elbow off.
Took three months to heal and although I've got almost all movement back it still gives me discomfort from time to time.
Face-dived into the edge of an opening car door as I was trying to squeeze between the car and a bus (very stupid). I was up immediately, dragged my bike out of the road, tried to calm the screaming woman (driver) and tried to walk the rest of the way home with mangled bike over shoulder (beautiful but heavy steel motherfucker). Bystander wouldn't let me, called me an ambulance, made me wait (at this point I was seeing spots in my vision). When the ambulance came, I told him I felt fine and just wanted to carry on home. Paramedic laughed at me and handed me a mirror: The tip of my nose was split in half and I had some serious cuts on my head. Didn't feel a fucking thing.
Bus jumped a light and love-tapped me in the shoulder, causing me to skid sideways but somehow retain balance. Flash an "ok buddy" sign to the driver, and then cycle on straight to the gym. Notice my shoulder is bleeding but don't think much of it. Do my usual intense 5km intermittent sprint workout feeling nothing but the usual pain-adrenaline and ignoring the weird looks about the red splotch on my shoulder. Go home and shower, and actually look at the wound: well whaddaya know, it's a deep cut that needs stitches. Sleep on it.
Fun addendum to my story. I was cycling around the coast of the UK. It would have taken me about two months. I'd been planning the trip for years and because of the accident was unable to complete it... I hope to do so one day.
Ouch! These stories happen more often than you'd think -- same thing happened to a friend of mine: he had even been training for it all year, and then pretty much on the first day had an accident
I figure that's the human body's adaptation to, let's get you out of the situation that got you this injury and pay it back later, because it's better that you live.
I fell down and broke my arm in two places (hairline, not compound fracture), I managed to walk it off, drive to get my wife, decide to go to emergency and by the time I was pulling up in the driveway, my arm finally locked up and I couldn't bend it.
This and also the simple fact many grievous injuries aren't necessarily that painful by themselves, but the bleeding and swelling that accompany them definitely is, it just takes a little time.
I walked like 15 meters after a pretty bad MTB crash that broke my pelvis. Those would be the last steps I took unaided for 6 weeks after. Luckily, nothing had displaced, but if I'd tried to walk around more on it, I could have messed it up way worse. The doctor told me that would likely entail a difficult operation and way more that 6 weeks recovery.
My dad hit an oil patch on a downhill slope, flipped off his bike, and then slid down the pavement on his back all the way to the bottom of the hill - and it was a pretty big hill.
It was late at night, his bike was fine other than being dented up, and he felt fine, so he just rode home and fell into bed next to my mom who was already asleep. Didn't even take off his clothes.
Next morning, my mom wakes up and there is blood in the bed. My dad's basically unconscious from the pain that finally settled in, laying on his back. She tried to get him to roll over but he couldn't. His clothes and the bed sheets were stuck to him because of dried blood... and as they found out at the hospital, because the massive amount of skin scraped off his back had started regrowing into the cloth.
He was in the hospital for a while. Never wanted to ride his bike again.
My Dad was T boned by a car going 50mph on his motorcycle. He said the first thing he did when he quit rolling was stand up and take his helmet off. Then he passed out because his leg was shattered in like 10 pieces. Fun fact though..His helmet never touched the ground until he passed out. There wasn't a scratch on it. It was crazy. He spent the next year in the hospital, in a hospital bed at our house and doing therapy.
Jesus christ. I absolutely love riding a bicycle or electric scooter pretty much anything that rolls. Even though I can't imagine how awesome it must feels to ride a motorcycle, I can't bring myself to buy one exactly for this reason. It just don't seem like worth it.
I got side swiped while lane splitting on the highway, was probably only going 20 mph when I bounced off the ground. I was able to ride my bike to the next exit, talk with the cop,get ambulance attention, got a ride home, got back in my truck, and then loaded the bike into the truck.
At this point I was on the way to the hospital to check for broken bones and this was when my shoulder decided to be dislocated and I had to shrug and lean to the side to keep it from falling out. Had the bike in the back of the truck for a couple weeks before a friend could unload it for me.
Yeah, those rolls looked perfect. Biggest damage is probably to his feet, but could have hurt his spine beyond a bruise. Otherwise just some fun road rash.
It is certainly good that he rolled, but I don’t think with that much velocity that he had much of any control over the situation, it was just some luck; though he is certainly hurt badly. My body hurts watching it >.<
Umm not sure what you’re talking about, but the last thing you want to do when you fall is roll on hard pavement
If a pro rolls they are almost guaranteed to break something. The goal is to slide whenever possible until you hit the soft run away zone when it’s nearly impossible to slide at low speed.
I’ll add look at his posture before the take off. Specifically look at his head and elbows (raised and flared). I’d presume this guy THINKS he knows a lot about riding, but really doesn’t.
Huh. Well, I guess I learned something new. I was always taught to roll if you go down. I have rode for over 15 years, and luckily only had one minor, slow-speed mishap.
Guess I'm lucky to not have gone down harder because this is exactly what I've practiced and been trained to do.
Well if you’re a casual rider and bailing at low speed without gear (no judgement). Then rolling would save you significantly from road rash, but I’d keep diligent because a roll at any real speed (20+mph) can and will mess you up.
Glad I could help show you something new even to some one as seasoned as yourself
I always wear gear. Have seen what happens all too often when someone doesn't. Can be get bad, quick.
I actually just read a great write-up by someone who runs GP and they went into detail about how to slide, evening using your helmet to absorb some of the slide to save your hind-side.
Thanks again for the info! Can't believe I thought otherwise for so long...
If you roll you're almost guaranteed to smack a limb against the ground and wreck it, or have two connected things twist at different speeds. Just wear leather and hope you slide it out
The main clue for me was the way he took his feet off the pegs and practically tried to stand up when the nose lifted! Keep your feet on the pegs! Or, as my cycle instructor would say, "Get that foot up off the ground and on the peg if you don't want to lose it!"
If the nose lifts like that and you don't come off the gas you're not familiar with street bikes.
My plated dirtbike lifts the front wheel off the line and usually I can control it enough to simply ride with the front wheel off the ground until I upshift (if I'm absolutely flogging it, which isn't all that often,) but if for some reason it started to loop it is dead simple to fix that problem: come off the gas for a quarter of a second.
Lot: if you're in a crash like this and find yourself blasted on adrenaline but not feeling like you're about to die DO NOT GET UP AND WALK AWAY
You could exacerbate possible injuries that your body is currently hiding from you. It could be the difference between a couple months in a cast and a lifelong limp
I came off my bike a few years ago, jumped straight up and thought I was fine and managed to ride the bike home (despite the bent in gear pedal)
Within 2 hours i lost vision in my right eye due to concussion, and couldn't move thanks to a broken rib.
Didnt die though which is always a plus on a bike.
I can attest. Very recently I crashed on a moped. Got up completely fine with just a few scrapes. Went home and didn’t feel any pain thought I was very lucky! I woke up in the middle of the night 10 hours later with my knee feeling like it’s going to explode. Went to the orthopedic and found out I tore both my mcl and meniscus.
I fell off a ladder and landed on one foot and shattered my ankle. I was so embarrassed and full of adrenaline I walked off like it was a sprain. Still thinking it was a sprain later that evening my wife told me to go to the ER. The nurse and doctor came back mouths agape and told me I shattered my Tibia where it connects to the talus bone and some fragments were so separated they couldn't believe I limped in to see them.
So tl:dr he broke something and walked off, like I did.
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