Two Saturdays ago, 5/9/15 at about 6:30PM EST, I wrecked my Hayabusa. Hard. I had been riding all day long through mountains and back roads. Whatever happened, it happened so fast I wasn't even able to hit my brakes. Off the road and into a field I went. At full speed. I returned to the crash site exactly one week after the fact (at roughly 6:15PM EST). The curve I never made is tiny and could be easily handled at twice the posted speed limit. I rode much harder roads with sharper turns that day. I wish I could remember what happened.
My last memory of that day is being at a gas station 24.1 miles/31 minutes away from the crash scene. And that's Google Maps using the most efficient route, which would contradict my whole reason for riding that day. So no telling how much I don't remember.
Anyway, I was told I held onto the bike until the end. From point of off road entry to final resting place, it was 237 feet. I immediately lost consciousness. I broke my right wrist in three places, had a concussion, a badly bruised head (including a forehead helmet imprint) and a very deep gash in my left leg. As you'll be able to see from the pictures below, the only part of my bike left unscathed is my seat.
My Speed and Strength helmet, jacket, gloves and boots did their jobs admirably but are useless now. My jacket, shirt and jeans were cut off by the paramedics at the scene, my gloves shredded, as well as my wallet and all of it's content (it literally looks like my license and cards were partially ran through a shredder). Even my underwear were not spared.
Before
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
After
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
Untitled by Zachary Hisel, on Flickr
My last memory of that day is being at a gas station 24.1 miles/31 minutes away from the crash scene. And that's Google Maps using the most efficient route, which would contradict my whole reason for riding that day. So no telling how much I don't remember.
Anyway, I was told I held onto the bike until the end. From point of off road entry to final resting place, it was 237 feet. I immediately lost consciousness. I broke my right wrist in three places, had a concussion, a badly bruised head (including a forehead helmet imprint) and a very deep gash in my left leg. As you'll be able to see from the pictures below, the only part of my bike left unscathed is my seat.
My Speed and Strength helmet, jacket, gloves and boots did their jobs admirably but are useless now. My jacket, shirt and jeans were cut off by the paramedics at the scene, my gloves shredded, as well as my wallet and all of it's content (it literally looks like my license and cards were partially ran through a shredder). Even my underwear were not spared.
Before
After
So glad you're here to talk about it, but you don't have any idea what might have gone wrong? That's so scary...
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