Some background is necessary for today’s post:
In April, I took the Motorcycle Safety’s Foundation Basic Rider Course. Highly recommend it for anyone who’s ever thought of giving motorcycles or scooter a try. Took it and LOVED it.
And bought a used 2002 Suzuki SV650.
It’s yellow and it’s purty and it’s f’ing responsive. And I call it “Yellow Peril” … for I am “witty” and “edgy” and don’t have a lot of “social filters”…
Here’s a lovely pic of the lovely Ms. Yellow Peril”
And now onto today’s main event …
I picked up Yellow Peril from the shop today. I had to take it in for its regularly scheduled 7500 mile tune up. Picked it up around 9am and had a lovely dry (yet somewhat cold) ride across the bridge. Everything’s fine and dandy and it’s good to be on the road again.
Left work around 6-ish. It’s dark and cold but it’s still dry, which hasn’t been the case for the last 5 days or so. But I’m happy to be riding again and looking forward to using the carpool lane all the way back home.
I pull out of the parking lot and … lucky me, the light’s green. I accelerate towards the light, roll off the throttle, brake slightly, release, push the handlebars to counter steer and lean into the corner. I start to roll on the throttle and then my bike is spinning out about 10 feet in front of me and I’m sliding on the ground.
W.
T.
F.
I stand up and run after the bike. I think I actually stood up in mid-skid. And let’s hear it for protection! Luckily I was wearing my overpants as my right hip took the brunt of the fall and skid. Anyway, I run after the bike and pick it up. Or rather, try to pick it up. Take two. I employ the patented pick-up-the-bike-you-just-dumped-moron technique I read about in a book someplace … and it worked like a charm.
A little bit of pushing later and the bike and I are by the side of the road. Motorists were nice and didn’t run me over when I went down. Guess that’s what passes for nice - not running you over. Though props for the one guy that stopped and asked if I was okay.
As I examined that bike for damage, I noticed that the road had a slight dusting of … well … dust. I work in some god forsaken corporate park literally by some gravel pits (and by literally I literally mean literally). It’s like someone decided that the best place for some generic corporate office park is was out by Uncle Owen’s and Aunt Beru’s place.
Luckily I was only doing about 10 mph, so I have nothing worse than a small red spot on my right hip where I went down. The bike is okay, too. Only a broken brake lever, a bent brake pedal, and maybe some other slight damage. But shit. That f’ing sucked.
Sure I like to push it a bit, but I’m also a big fan of statistics and a huge fan of the Hurt Report.
Here’s a little tidbit that I’ve known about for a while but now find very amusing: Accident rates for riders with less than 6 months experience is LOWER (but still high) than for riders with 6 months to 1 year of experience.
The reasoning is that between 0 and 6 months you’re too freakin’ scared to really push anything, so you’re well within the safety margin. At 6 months, you start to feel more secure in your abilities and your bike’s and you start to push it. But it’s probably not until after about a year that your skills actually improve to the point where you can push things … thus the higher accident rates between 6 months to 1 year.
Let’s do that math … took MSF class in April … bought the bike in mid-April … been riding since then … April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November … crap. 8 months.
Another 4 months and I would have been in the clear.