"there are only 2 kinds of riders. those who've crashed, and those who will"
The stories told here will horrify the non bikers but it's all grist to the mill for us old bikers.
I was lucky I only ended up with locked thumb, which was broken three weeks after I got my first bike and a numb knee which I managed to get falling off in my back garden! In my time I whacked two cars, in similar situations to Maverick's big one without the same drastic result and fell off probably on average once every three months, on road gravel, ice, snow, oil and had a blowout (rear) at about 85 miles an hour on the M6 motorway nr Walsall in England.
But I never slowed down. I raced cars and other bikes on the public road at insane speeds and raced on a racetrack once. I should be dead 50 times but fate is keeping me alive so I can die pointlessly at some future date.
My helmet saved me once when I hit a car and flew through the air hittin the back of my head on a kerb. One up for the helmet law not that I need convincing.
What came out of is that I'm a good car driver who reads the road and traffic well. All car drivers should be made to ride bikes for a year.
I don't ride a bke anymore but that may change.
