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    Question What it's Like to Crash a Motorcycle?

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    Personally I've dropped a bike or two at a standstill, but never crashed one seriously except one time as a kid when I talked a friend into riding his brand new bike on the weekend on the school grounds. I had decided to show off and jump the pitcher's mound on the baseball field, so I headed into the outfield and gunned it as I raced towards the mound. I executed the jump ok, but then realized I was headed straight for the backstop wall behind the catcher, so I laid it down. I can still see it sliding and slamming into the wall and ricocheting off... I told the kid the bike was ok, although the bars were bent, there was a mirror hanging and the shifter had punched a hole in the case and oil was pouring out. It was all fun and games until the kid and his father showed up at my dad's front door later wanting an explanation... Needless to say, I was in a world of S**T.
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    Only a couple actual street crashes, 1963 and 1981.
    Slid out in the rain a couple times.
    Nothing spectacular.

    1963: Bounced off an 18 wheeler after driver tuned left in front of me. Compression fracture of the spine, but no cuts or bruises or other breaks (no helmet). Don't know/remember how the bike got home...I was transported by paramedics to hospital. Repaired and rode bike afterwards, while in a body cast...did not make my parents happy!

    1981: Center punched a car that pulled out blind in front of me. Bent forks, couple abrasions, hole in toe of boot (no helmet). Rode it back to shop. Sold bike to friend/fellow worker, who was almost killed on it (rear ended).
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    I can't tell you what it's like to crash a motorcycle. I can only tell you what it's like recovering from A motorcycle crash as I have absolutely no recollection of the incident itself or about 10-20 minutes prior. I remember texting my girlfriend (at the time now my wife) I was almost done work had one more quick stop to throw new fuel caps on a truck and then I'd head home. Next thing I remember is walking up gasping with a bunch of people surrounding me yelling to stay calm and to stay still with a few holding me down.

    The report essentially says:
    At about 8:30 or 9:00PM on Sept 12 2012
    I was traveling east straight threw a busy intersection (that no longer exist was replaced by an overpass about a year after my accident). I had a Green light and was estimated to be traveling 50-60kms/hr. A 61 year old lady in a blue Nissan Versa traveling west bound on same road made a left into my path at the last moment. I was ejected from the bike and suffered a few lacerations light road rash on my back a concussion a right leg gashed DEEPLY my left shoulder badly strained and worst of all my left leg (tib and fib) broken torn (leg was attached by a bit of soft tissue and some ligaments)

    When I came too I felt fine I was confused and disoriented like walking up from a bad dream. There was lots of noise and commotion about and I couldn't see because the chin bar of my helmet was broke and was covering my eyes. People we yelling for me to stay calm and still and some were holding me down. I was soo confused I fought to sit up and eventually succeeded. That's when it all hit me The realization the PAIN the sort of understanding of we're I was and why. My leg was bent backwards and twisted. I cursed aLot and was very loud I'm sure for a bit before slumping back down on the highway to wait for the paramedics. It was hard to stay awake and I was in and out of it a few times. I remember apologizing to the paramedics that I'm soo heavy as they lifted me into the ambulance. The pain was immense and I struggled with all the questions in between grimeses. They gave me morphine for the pain as we neared the hospital. Once in I was rushed in were they ask me many times what hurt. I informed them my left leg hurt BADand my chest was really sore. They gave me more morphine and sent me for X-rays. They told me my leg was broken very badly and that they were going to have to call the on call surgeon to try and save it. The emergency doc decided it best to essentially pull the bones back into what was left of my leg and bandage it up as best as possible and keep me dosed on morphine and monitored until the surgeon could come the next day. They tasked a poor little nurse to transfer me to a pre surgery room and bed (nurse held my bandaged leg while I shuffled myself from one bed to the next) were I waited out the night and next day.

    At about noon the next day the surgeon arrived cut open the bandages cursed and said he'd be back. Apperently no one told him it was an open wound and they had he would have come in that night as now there was much greater chance for infection. At about 1:00pm a nurse was sent in to help me prep for surgery aka remove rest of my pants and such. I was not comfy with that option and requested a pair of scissors and I'd remove them myself. After doing so I called for nurse and informed them I was still bleeding from the other leg. The ER doc only had me checked where I said it hurt my right leg was cut Very deep but I didn't feel it. So it was hurriedly bandaged up. About 3:00 I went for surgery I was told again it was a very bad break and thought they will do all they can there was a small possibility of loosing the leg below the knee.

    When I came too I was happy to find my leg still there. The doc had done a intermediate nailing procedure. (Essentially hammer a titanium rod down the inside of the bone from the knee to ankle. And put two screws into in at either end. That part all work and the muscle and ligaments were all good or repairable things were looking good. The only catch was there simply wasn't enuff tissue or skin to actually close the wound. So I was left with a 4"-5" hole in my leg. A second surgery was schedular two days later to further clean the wound site and attempt again to close the wound.

    My first meeting with the surgeon post surgery he asked if "I learned my lesson and would give up on riding doner cycles". I responded immediately with a NO I will ride again as I pointed to the motorcycle magazines on my bed side. He responded with a sort of mumbled "why'd I fix ya if your Going to take silly risks" It didn't trouble me any then and I didn't think all that much of it.

    The second surgery still failed at closing the wound and it was decided I would have nurses Coke to my home daily to clean inspect and repack the round while it would slowly close itself. And after months of this and no bone growth showing it was decided to take me in for surgery to attempt a more thorough cleaning.

    Weeks and weeks passed after surgery three and the wound was responding well and closing a healing great. Still x rays showed no bone growth. I was told to start physio therapy and to start putting weight on the leg. Relying only on the metal in my leg to support me. It was PAINFULL but I could finally drive my truck again(stick shift) and I could even start walking a few feet wth nothing but a cane. The nurses no longer had to come and physio was going well. But still no bone growth.

    Then one Friday after physio the pain was getting more and more intense. My leg started swelling and turning very dark red. I went to emergency they took some blood looked at leg and told me to go home stay off it and come in Monday to see surgeon. Saturday the pain continued to increase and the skin was drying out and cracking. I went to emergency again. Again blood was taken and I was sent home with more painmeds (I refused to take any of them as I hated them) and told to come Monday. Sunday morning I woke up in immense pain to look down at my leg which had quite literally POPPED. The leg was split wide open again I could see the bones and there was blood EVERY WERE (my bedding mattress were ruined permently stained)

    I was rushed back to emergency AGAIN were I was now given a room to stay in, monitored and kept on fluids. It was discovered I had a VERY seriouse infection that was eating away the fresh tissue. I was booked in for emergency surgery to have all metal removed from my leg and met with a infectious disease specialist on what form of antibiotics to take after.

    The surgery took place on the Tuesday night I believe and was very invasive. But once again I was happy to wake up and see my leg some what attached. I say some what because it was not in any way attached by any hard parts no metal and the bones were just loose inside. They eventually loosely put it in a half cast just to keep leg from further damage and stop things from flopping around.

    They plumed in a picc line to pump stronger antibiotics in thre my inner right biceps into my heart. The line was hooked to a electric pump that was in a bag I had to wear for the next seven weeks. Nurses would come every day to change the antibiotics and battery on the pump. 8weeks after pump was removed I was checked for any signs of infection and things were good (yay once again I dodged loosing the leg).

    X-rays were taken and wouldn't you know it my luck the bone started to grow sadly the leg was no were near aligned. So surgery number 5 was booked to re break the leg and put metal back in. This surgery was a success. A few weeks later it was discovered I had become diebetic weather due to mass use of antibiotic sudden prolonged inactivity or whatever I was medicated to regulate my glucose levels. Shortly after that bone growth started happening. And then 4 weeks after getting the ok to start trying some weight on the leg I was back to work.

    In total recovery was 1 year 3 months. 5 surgeries (with three different surgeons) and lots of pain and struggle.

    But I'm hear I'm happy and I still LOVE riding my bikes. That first surgeon mumbled why fix you if your going to continue taking such risks. And I think about that from time to time and now I ask why quite living just because you didn't die.

    Sure I sometimes fear getting hurt again especially now with a baby daughter to care for. But I can't let that stop me from being who I am because what would that teach my myself or my daughter.
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    Wow bro, glad you're still with us...

    Quote Originally Posted by Tinybear View Post
    I can't tell you what it's like to crash a motorcycle. I can only tell you what it's like recovering from A motorcycle crash as I have absolutely no recollection of the incident itself or about 10-20 minutes prior. I remember texting my girlfriend (at the time now my wife) I was almost done work had one more quick stop to throw new fuel caps on a truck and then I'd head home. Next thing I remember is walking up gasping with a bunch of people surrounding me yelling to stay calm and to stay still with a few holding me down.

    The report essentially says:
    At about 8:30 or 9:00PM on Sept 12 2012
    I was traveling east straight threw a busy intersection (that no longer exist was replaced by an overpass about a year after my accident). I had a Green light and was estimated to be traveling 50-60kms/hr. A 61 year old lady in a blue Nissan Versa traveling west bound on same road made a left into my path at the last moment. I was ejected from the bike and suffered a few lacerations light road rash on my back a concussion a right leg gashed DEEPLY my left shoulder badly strained and worst of all my left leg (tib and fib) broken torn (leg was attached by a bit of soft tissue and some ligaments)

    When I came too I felt fine I was confused and disoriented like walking up from a bad dream. There was lots of noise and commotion about and I couldn't see because the chin bar of my helmet was broke and was covering my eyes. People we yelling for me to stay calm and still and some were holding me down. I was soo confused I fought to sit up and eventually succeeded. That's when it all hit me The realization the PAIN the sort of understanding of we're I was and why. My leg was bent backwards and twisted. I cursed aLot and was very loud I'm sure for a bit before slumping back down on the highway to wait for the paramedics. It was hard to stay awake and I was in and out of it a few times. I remember apologizing to the paramedics that I'm soo heavy as they lifted me into the ambulance. The pain was immense and I struggled with all the questions in between grimeses. They gave me morphine for the pain as we neared the hospital. Once in I was rushed in were they ask me many times what hurt. I informed them my left leg hurt BADand my chest was really sore. They gave me more morphine and sent me for X-rays. They told me my leg was broken very badly and that they were going to have to call the on call surgeon to try and save it. The emergency doc decided it best to essentially pull the bones back into what was left of my leg and bandage it up as best as possible and keep me dosed on morphine and monitored until the surgeon could come the next day. They tasked a poor little nurse to transfer me to a pre surgery room and bed (nurse held my bandaged leg while I shuffled myself from one bed to the next) were I waited out the night and next day.

    At about noon the next day the surgeon arrived cut open the bandages cursed and said he'd be back. Apperently no one told him it was an open wound and they had he would have come in that night as now there was much greater chance for infection. At about 1:00pm a nurse was sent in to help me prep for surgery aka remove rest of my pants and such. I was not comfy with that option and requested a pair of scissors and I'd remove them myself. After doing so I called for nurse and informed them I was still bleeding from the other leg. The ER doc only had me checked where I said it hurt my right leg was cut Very deep but I didn't feel it. So it was hurriedly bandaged up. About 3:00 I went for surgery I was told again it was a very bad break and thought they will do all they can there was a small possibility of loosing the leg below the knee.

    When I came too I was happy to find my leg still there. The doc had done a intermediate nailing procedure. (Essentially hammer a titanium rod down the bone
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    There is a wide range of answers.
    I feel the fact we can crash a motorcycle is the reason we ride motorcycles. If we didn't live some kind of thrill every time we rode we would be content with XBOX
    I don't crash every time I ride but I bet I'm not alone in that there are a thousand times each ride things could go one way or the other. Some avoidance is skill and other avoidance is by the Grace of God

    I race also and ride for fun. Every single time I eat it easy or hard and I get up unhurt I am the happiest guy in the world. You might even see me throw a punch in the air because I'm happy I am ok.
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    The sad thing is that others usually cause our pain. Cars pulling out or over on us. That sure was bad on your leg. I'm glad you got to keep it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by littletommy View Post
    https://rideapart.com/articles/like-crash-motorcycle

    Personally I've dropped a bike or two at a standstill, but never crashed one seriously except one time as a kid when I talked a friend into riding his brand new bike on the weekend on the school grounds. I had decided to show off and jump the pitcher's mound on the baseball field, so I headed into the outfield and gunned it as I raced towards the mound. I executed the jump ok, but then realized I was headed straight for the backstop wall behind the catcher, so I laid it down. I can still see it sliding and slamming into the wall and ricocheting off... I told the kid the bike was ok, although the bars were bent, there was a mirror hanging and the shifter had punched a hole in the case and oil was pouring out. It was all fun and games until the kid and his father showed up at my dad's front door later wanting an explanation... Needless to say, I was in a world of S**T.
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    I have broken many bones but never on a motorcycle. Only two minor dumps on a motorcycle and tinybear and a few other TWs were there. The last one I dropped my bike and the cycle rack landed on my foot but my foot was pointing backwards. I thought for sure I must have broken something when I saw that but no tinybear lifted my bike and my foot still worked. 57 years old on the outside but still flexy and sexy on the inside lol.
    Mike glad you made it through all that and can still come ride with us.... and ride well I must say.

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    Yes, it smarts some. It smarts more when you wake up 3 days later in an ICU room with no memory of the crash and an IV needle for intravenous morphine and can only move your left arm. A little.
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    Crashes – honestly, like women, I’ve lost count

    Grew up in London England, tight roads, lots of traffic, but we were made of “rubber and magic” back then. Worked as a dispatch rider in central London during the late eighties and early nineties, when the average life expectancy for the occupation was rated at six months. Personally, I reckon they were talking out there arse, I’d put it at two years – I did that job five days a week – for over six years

    I still remember the “fallen”, friends that didn’t come back. The bright eyed teenagers who went at it like it was some kind of “adventure”. To this day, there are a few films I find hard to watch – war films, where the experienced see the new people come in, wondering how long they’ll last …..

    I was more or less “invalided” out at the end – took a face full of car that shouldn’t have been there. If that had happened years earlier, I would have shrugged it off, but the “inevitability” of it all finally sank home. Should have listened to the MD of the company I was working for at the time, he said I looked like a fighter pilot that had been shot down too many times. I was diagnosed with PTSD after that one – too much, for too long

    “Combat stress” takes many forms ……

    Gave up riding for a while after that, figured “shit happens, drive a tank”, so passed my car test instead. Took a couple of years to get my head straight – there’s no such thing as “normal” PTSD, it affects everybody very differently. In my case, it was like I had lost my identity, forgotten who I was, simply because I wasn’t that person any more – a “biker”

    It took a couple of years, (no “treatment”), but eventually I woke up and remembered I was still “Purple”, and what that meant. Got my shit together, my mojo back, and got back into being a person, rather than a “ghost” of one - (if even that – strange times) …..

    The “itch” for bikes came back as well, but this time, I was well aware of the dangers, and frankly, not prepared to take them on some of our roads. As my “trick cyclist” said, “I love motorbikes, but I wouldn’t want to ride one today”

    Now I’ve moved to Anglesey, the TW is a perfect companion, the roads are clear, and the bike is slow enough to give me time to think (and to keep out of trouble)

    The “risk” is always there, but on the Island, it’s “manageable” - the “inevitability” has gone

    You asked - “what’s it like to have an accident” – and I hope that those reading this thread understand from the replies that there is no “simple” answer to this ……
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