- October 30th, 2010
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Right around noon yesterday I broke my record of crash-free riding. 5yrs and somewhere around 50k miles without any accidents more involved than my motorcycle just falling over was a nice record to have. It’s gone now. In the parking lot of Lamar Institute of Technology’s Multi-purpose Center, I somehow managed to t-bone an ’08 F-150. I was not going very fast, so I didn’t fly over the truck. The truck was going fairly fast and did manage to spin my bike around about a vertical axis… at least until it hit the ground and proceeded to slide (with me under it for a bit) across the parking lot.
I definitely checked to the right before I continued with my left turn, and saw no reason not to continue. Sure, there were some SUVs in the way – but I’d think an F-150 would be apparent anyway. I looked up when I saw a blur that didn’t look right and got the bike upright while grabbing and handful of brake. That’s when things got all bullet-time (The Matrix) on me. I heard his engine rev up. I heard the sound of two vehicles colliding. I heard MY engine rev up. Sky. Ground. Sky. Ground. Sky. Thud. Scared the hell out of both of us. I just stayed on the ground looking up at the sky wondering how the hell that just happened, while the guy I hit was begging me to stand up because I was freaking him out. My mental check of my appendages didn’t really sound any alarms, so I moved to the curb and took at look at the only place I could feel pain. Just a scrape and a little swelling. EMS arrived and said I was good so I waived them off and went about my day.
I’m a little more sore today but that’s to be expected. I think I’ll go ahead and try not to ever do this again.