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Technical Discussion => Ride Reports and Event Reviews => Topic started by: oz_johnno on June 09, 2011, 03:27:54 AM
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Greetings
In October last year I high sided my ZX14 at 120km/hr and went head first into a tree, resullting in some life threatening injuries. I busted, C1, C2 & C7 in my neck, T1, T7, L6, L7 in my spine, buggered up most of the soft tissue in between T1 & T7, broke 6 ribs, my collar bone, punctured a lung and was in a coma for about a week. Being as I was off the road, under a tree in the shade and in long grass, I had 3 hours to contemplate the error of my ways until someone found me and kindly offered me a chopper ride to the alfred hospital in melbourne australia.
From the moment I woke up, my first thought was, can I walk? This was closely followed by...'can I ride'? and have dedicated the last 7 months of my life to getting back on the bike.
Anyways, the other weekend it happened. I was in Hobart to see my kids and stayed behind to bring 'Beryl' (my dads 86 model BMW R65) back to melbourne.
I woke at 6am, donned my shiny new riding gear, packed up my shit and headed down to marlys garage (dads partner) where I loaded up beryl, disconnected the charger and kicked her in the guts. After a few Grumbles about being awoken so early, she burst into life with the steady thud thud thud of a truly beautiful piece of ch-ergman engineering and as I blipped the throttle a few times, the bike gave that lovely right hand torque reaction that reassured me that the bike was indeed capable of pulling the skin off a rice custard.
and I was off. I fueled up and put some air in the macadams tyres and head out to dads house where I picked up the war chariot (trailer) and a nice stack of $50 bills that my brother had collected selling all dads shit at a garage sale. On ya bro, a bottle of laphroig will be forth coming
The road gods had smiled upon me as they gave me a nice sunny 'cool and crisp' day to travel in, as I left Baghdad I did a quick check, Bike runing ok? check, trailer towing well? check, wearing fathers 'Gentlemen's motorcycling socks? check, lap rug secure? check, hot grips on 100%? check, softcock? check.
I was reading the bard's latest column in AMCN in the plane on the way down to slobart. You know, the one where he is ranting in that wild eyed and near psychotic eastern European way we all know and love about how he loves to ride in the cold? Well while this may be ok for the supreme riding soviet, but not for me. I do ride in the cold, but its a pain in the arse, and the only way I deal with it is that I take the view that life is all about balence and that one day ridden in sunshine and warmth is worth 10 days riding in cold and wet (well ok, 5 days stopped at the lights listening to hailstones bounce off your helmet while dickheads in cars laugh at you). Either way I figure that Im way ahead.
I usually listen to audio books on longer runs or music, but since I stuck my head in a tree I found both these things annoying while trying to concentrate on not breaking rule no.1 But as I headed north, a warm feeling came over me that belied the cold and fog that I was riding in. I worked out this warm feeling was a happiness I havent felt in quite a while, and I started to hum, the humming became singing (pink floyd), I rode past the scheduled break at Oatlands and by the time I was approaching campbelltown I had the helmet kareoki machine belting out barnsey while turned up to 11.
but what? its only 9:30am? if I continue like this I would be in Devonport before lunch with 5-6 hours of wait time before I got on the crappity smacking ferry !! This is not acceptable. SO after a coffee I jumped back on beryl and headed off to swansea via lake leake, more coffee at the barkmill bakery, then back through campbell town to perth where beryl and I both refuelled. by this time I was getting a bit sore so I popped a couple of pills and had lunch.
I continued after lunch. I was riding along and and saw the turn off to sheffield. I was well ahead of shedule still (I msg'd a bloke that I would be in devonport and asked him if he wanted to meet up for a pre-boarding, cleansing ale..... but he couldnt make it), so I went back through sheffield, cethana, wilmot ( the little little store opposite the school had nice folks, but shit coffee) and up the wilmot road to devonport. I got there about 5pm, so it filled the day quite nicely.
t was an excellent trip, the bike pulled the war chariot really well after the stale fuel was worked out of the system and I am really happy with it. the whole rig bumbled along quite nicely at $1.10 to $1.20 and showed no vices at all apart from causing a bit of a low speed wobble. I feel much better knowing that there is a fully functional motorcycle out in the shed, one that I can ride any time I like.
And ride it I shall....... Hail Beryl, Hail the war chariot, Hail motorcycles.....
OZ
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Beryl and the war chariot at dads house
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Beryl and the war chariot at perth
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bit of a stunner isnt she?
OZ
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Yes very nice ..first time ive seen a Cow with a trailer take good care of her.....presumably rule number one is dont fall off......glad you made a good recovery and managed to retain at least some sanity after your spill.
Welcome to the herd
Lou
R65 and an Accord....someone has good sense
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Thanks Lou, the recovery will be continuing for some time yet, but hey, Im still here and thats all that counts.
The bike is my father's bike. We lost him the week before my crash. I will continue to proudly ride the old fella's bike as my daily ride.
I have never ridden an airhead before and I have to say I really quite like the simplicity of it. Mr benz certainly put some quality thinking into the design.
Your right, rule No.1 is Dont fall off it !!!
OZ