Glad to hear you're in relatively good shape. Whatever you paid for your gear, it was worth it for those few seconds.

That said, I've never seen a crash thread with the OP bragging so much about their riding prowess. You crashed on the street and there wasn't any evidence of sand/gravel, so chances are pretty damn good you just plain fucked up. It doesn't take much, and blaming it on tire goblins will only take away any potential lessons learned.

A buddy of mine that picked the bike up said there was some gravel by my bike's sliding marks. The kind of gravel that falls from a gravel truck. I think I said that earlier in the thread. And you can take it as bragging, I look at it as I'm very experienced.

I understand where you're coming from though, but sometimes tires aren't to blame for wrecks? Are you kidding me? What's one of the first things you here at the morning meetings at track days? "Make sure your tires are warm." There was no inputs being made from me at the time. I wasn't trail-braking, counter-steering, shifting my body...nothing. I'm not afraid to admit it if I fucked up, but nothing I was doing at the time seemed like I would be the main cause.

I could say I fucked up...but how? And what lessons can I learn when I don't know how I fucked up? I'm thinking it was a combination of things at this point. Cold-ish tires, improper suspension set up and maybe there was gravel. I wouldn't mind saying I fucked up but I wasn't doing anything different or special than I usually do. I guess you could say I fucked up by hauling that much ass on the street to begin with. Tiny mistakes multiply even more at higher speeds.

I'm honestly still baffled by it, so I'm doing what I think is best for me at this point.

Well, I don't know but I like the fire that I'm "hearing" in your posts and that's all that I was after!!!:wink:

Hee, hee, hee that a boy!:rockwoot:

Yea... it was an 800 horsepower 70-something Plymouth Roadrunner with a giant blower sticking out of the engine. My other uncle that sold it to him claimed he could stand it on end down the entire street. He was out in the country with his buddy when he lost control. He rolled it. Killed both of them. Two months later my dad passed away in his sleep, his heart just stopped. Pick your poison....

WOW Pork... that is crazy. Sorry for your loss. I too have lost my father, but to cancer. It's tuff.

You know its kinda funny. I just posted that and looked back at it. In the year and a half that its been, I don't think I once realized the irony in that situation. It kinda caught me off guard.

He was 46. Life is too short, live life how you want.

True... life is too short. Never has anything ever been more true.

I remembered the first time I went for a proper asphalt surfing excursion. The two things that kept going in my head when I was sliding and them tumbling were "Damn, I'm glad I have an Arai on my head and a thick ass leather suit on my body."

Really glad you're okay.

But I'm wondering. Have you been bodysnatched or is old age mellowing you out? :lol: I remember a time you'd have had the law called on ya for some of the razzing you are taking in this thread.

I'm also jealous. It's been 2 weeks on my ankle and I still can't walk. I can finally shuffle for a few feet, but definitely no bending. I fantasize about hitting people with my crutches when I have to be out and about.

Definitely take it easy man, don't want to overdo it and ruin yourself for life trying for too fast too soon.

I hear ya on the street thing too. I feel like when I do ride, if it's not at the track and I am not constantly challenging myself its no fun anymore, and I'm not even good. I'm not comfy pushing it to the limits on the street because I always think about that next guardrail, or a deer, or dirt etc, that it almost makes me a nervous wreck to go much higher than the speed limits these days, which to me isn't alot of fun. I've almost considered giving it all up lately n selling the GSXR.

Good luck with everything.

Come to the dark side, get a dual sport.