Joined the club
Well, I had my first road bike crash last Saturday. No broken bones or messed-up joints, and the bike will be OK with some TLC (I rode it home, no mechanical damage noticed or found on inspection other than the torn-off clutch lever).
I had these things going for me:
1. Good safety gear. I am very bruised but hardly scratched.
2. Riding with a buddy. He called 911 for me, but by the time they got to the scene, I was up and about, and they excused themselves (after I signed the pad of course).
3. Riding at a sane speed - the crash happened at about 30-40 mph.
And these things going against me:
1. It is a very twisty, tight, mountain road near my house, with no guard rails, 100 ft. drop-offs, and iffy pavement.
2. Trucks tend to give each other extra room around curves. In this case, a car or truck had pulled a strong line of gravel and sand across the road from just off of the pavement.
3. While sliding off the mountain would have been really, really bad, sliding into the hill was still an abrupt stop that really got me good.
The bruising and swelling covers a decent portion of my left side, and I'm still a bit gimpy. One tough thing is that, when the bike hit the hill and stopped (sliding on the left Motovation slider), I was still on the seat. Basically, my, uh, crotch took a huge hit. The swelling was EPIC, and really ugly. Does anyone ride with a cup?
So what happened? In short, I was following my buddy, who was behind another bike. We were all taking it easy on this early part of the ride on a known dangerous road. Unfortunately, the lead bike turned the corner, saw the gravel, and slowed down. My buddy turned the corner, saw the gravel and the slow bike, and slowed harder. I turned the corner, saw the whole scene, turned to miss my buddy, locked then modulated the brakes across the gravel and sand, then ran out of pavement.
In conclusion, I should have allowed more space to the riders in front.
I was told several times that "you are lucky."
1. I was "lucky" to have a buddy along. No sir, that was planned, and for good reason.
2. I was "lucky" to be wearing a good, full-face helmet. Oh yeah, good thing I randomly picked a real helmet to wear. Duh.
3. I was "lucky" to be wearing all of my riding gear. Hey, it's called ATGATT.
4. I was "lucky" I didn't fly off of the mountain. Hmm, there's some truth to that.
So anyway, I've got new parts here, and in the mail, and I'll have the 919 back on the road in a couple of weeks - after I heal up, of course.