parainbow
Chicks dig squeaky pants
- Joined
- Jul 5, 2015
- Location
- MoCo
- Moto(s)
- '16 S1000XR,
'13 Ural Gear Up
- Name
- Paul
- BARF perks
- AMA #: 3203743
My crash happened 2 years ago, but I recently relocated to NorCal and hope others here can learn from my mistake, too.
I was on my morning commute down the mountain east of San Diego, thoroughly familiar with the road and traffic patterns. Weather and road conditions were ideal. At that point, I had 4 years and 80K miles of riding under my belt, and had completed formal rider training each of those years.
I had been following a Ford Expedition doing ~10 mph under the 55 mph speed limit (no passing zones there, and I wasn't in a rush) for 4-5 miles on a 2 lane state route. I was annoyed, but still maintaining a 3-4 second following distance in a spot where I knew he could see me in all of his mirrors. I also had a hi-viz jacket and full HID headlight kit.
There is a gas station at the bottom of the hill on the left, and to my relief, his left turn signal came on (imagine that, a way to let others know what you're going to do). There was no oncoming traffic. I backed off a little more and slowed slightly to 40 mph. Once he started towards the centerline, I moved towards the fog line and began to accelerate gently. As the gap between us closed to 2 vehicle lengths, he started to move back to the right, left turn signal still on. A WTF flag went up, and I backed off the throttle, but did not brake. I was going 30-35 mph at that point. The shoulder there is over 12 ft wide, so I figured I still had plenty of space if things got hairy. A second later, as I entered his blind spot, he swerved violently to the right, all the way onto the shoulder, and stood on his brakes. There went my "space."
My choices at that point were max effort brake but still smash into his rear, or swerve right. My instinctive reaction was the latter. I almost pulled it off, but my left knee caught the right corner of his steel bumper, hard enough to dent it, and my left handgrip smacked the quarter panel, jerking my front wheel to the left. I became a projectile at this point, flying ass-over-teakettle, ahead of my bike.
I landed feet forward on my left hip, then my head and everything else smacked. I came to a stop 65 ft past the point of impact. End result was cracking the top third of my tibia in half vertically, completely mangling my knee, which required 5 pieces of titanium to reconstruct, internal de-gloving of my left hip (the deepest layer of skin separated from the fascia underneath), badly sprained ankle, and laceration on my forehead where my visor popped off.
Thanks to top shelf riding gear and lots of physical therapy, I made a 95% recovery after a year. At the beginning, the docs said the best case would be 70% with a permanent limp. Then it took another year to convince the wife to give me a permission slip for another bike.
Lessons learned:
- Brake early, brake often. I should have gotten on the brakes as soon as things got weird.
- ATGATT. I'm positive I would have lost my leg if I was not wearing armored pants. Every doc I saw, including a few that ride, confirmed this. I had zero road rash.
- Never let following distance diminish to the point where an emergency stop or swerve/stop cannot be made. I now include every physically possible movement in my worse case scenario, not just the current or anticipated direction of movement.
- I now only pass on the right as a last resort, to avoid more imminent threats.
- Speed delta applies to all situations, not just lane sharing.
The driver did stop to help, and stated that he saw me from the beginning, and didn't feel he was being tailgated/pushed, but thought I was going to pass him on his left. Still can't wrap my brain around that one. He said he freaked when he lost sight of me and that's why he swerved.
Neither of us were cited. I was found 70% at fault under the basic speed law. He was 30% at fault for "unsafe movement." Fortunately I had good insurance and didn't take a financial hit, but being physically useless for 6 months is something I never want to repeat. Not to mention the trauma it caused my wife.
I'm sure there may be things that I am overlooking, and welcome any input.
I was on my morning commute down the mountain east of San Diego, thoroughly familiar with the road and traffic patterns. Weather and road conditions were ideal. At that point, I had 4 years and 80K miles of riding under my belt, and had completed formal rider training each of those years.
I had been following a Ford Expedition doing ~10 mph under the 55 mph speed limit (no passing zones there, and I wasn't in a rush) for 4-5 miles on a 2 lane state route. I was annoyed, but still maintaining a 3-4 second following distance in a spot where I knew he could see me in all of his mirrors. I also had a hi-viz jacket and full HID headlight kit.
There is a gas station at the bottom of the hill on the left, and to my relief, his left turn signal came on (imagine that, a way to let others know what you're going to do). There was no oncoming traffic. I backed off a little more and slowed slightly to 40 mph. Once he started towards the centerline, I moved towards the fog line and began to accelerate gently. As the gap between us closed to 2 vehicle lengths, he started to move back to the right, left turn signal still on. A WTF flag went up, and I backed off the throttle, but did not brake. I was going 30-35 mph at that point. The shoulder there is over 12 ft wide, so I figured I still had plenty of space if things got hairy. A second later, as I entered his blind spot, he swerved violently to the right, all the way onto the shoulder, and stood on his brakes. There went my "space."
My choices at that point were max effort brake but still smash into his rear, or swerve right. My instinctive reaction was the latter. I almost pulled it off, but my left knee caught the right corner of his steel bumper, hard enough to dent it, and my left handgrip smacked the quarter panel, jerking my front wheel to the left. I became a projectile at this point, flying ass-over-teakettle, ahead of my bike.
I landed feet forward on my left hip, then my head and everything else smacked. I came to a stop 65 ft past the point of impact. End result was cracking the top third of my tibia in half vertically, completely mangling my knee, which required 5 pieces of titanium to reconstruct, internal de-gloving of my left hip (the deepest layer of skin separated from the fascia underneath), badly sprained ankle, and laceration on my forehead where my visor popped off.
Thanks to top shelf riding gear and lots of physical therapy, I made a 95% recovery after a year. At the beginning, the docs said the best case would be 70% with a permanent limp. Then it took another year to convince the wife to give me a permission slip for another bike.
Lessons learned:
- Brake early, brake often. I should have gotten on the brakes as soon as things got weird.
- ATGATT. I'm positive I would have lost my leg if I was not wearing armored pants. Every doc I saw, including a few that ride, confirmed this. I had zero road rash.
- Never let following distance diminish to the point where an emergency stop or swerve/stop cannot be made. I now include every physically possible movement in my worse case scenario, not just the current or anticipated direction of movement.
- I now only pass on the right as a last resort, to avoid more imminent threats.
- Speed delta applies to all situations, not just lane sharing.
The driver did stop to help, and stated that he saw me from the beginning, and didn't feel he was being tailgated/pushed, but thought I was going to pass him on his left. Still can't wrap my brain around that one. He said he freaked when he lost sight of me and that's why he swerved.
Neither of us were cited. I was found 70% at fault under the basic speed law. He was 30% at fault for "unsafe movement." Fortunately I had good insurance and didn't take a financial hit, but being physically useless for 6 months is something I never want to repeat. Not to mention the trauma it caused my wife.
I'm sure there may be things that I am overlooking, and welcome any input.
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