I'll stick my Â£0.02 worth in here I think. As i've said in posts before, I've had my fair share of motorcycling accidents but there is one in particular that sticks in my mind.
As many of you know, I do a lot of instructing in racing cars and on bikes.
At the beginning of march I had been asked at the last minute to run one of the track-day safety courses for bikers at my local race-track as the guy who was supposed to be doing it had come off his R1 and wasn't fit to ride.
All was going well until about two hours into the morning session, we had done the briefing and done all the introductions and it was time for me to go out and assess the track conditions and set the target lap time before we let the customers out on their own bikes to have a bit of a practice.
So off I went, collected the keys to our shiny new GSXR-1000 K5
, and promptly pulled a near vertical wheelie all the way down the pit lane, it my usual show-boating style.
However, as I came out the third turn and started winding the power on, the bike started to slide and before I knew it I was sliding along the track, at this point I thought I was going to get away with it but suddenly the tires got grip and I high sided the bike, sending me and the bike 25ft into the air.
I landed flat on my back, and as my head hit the ground the force was so great that it split my helmet. I couldn't move my legs (or anything for that matter) and I was severely winded. It took about 5 or 6 minutes for the paramedics to get to me, and they promptly strapped me to a spinal board and carted me off to hospital.
Luckily I was absolutely fine apart from lots of bruising, but it was a scary thought lying on a spinal board and being carted off to hospital with a suspected broken back.
It was especially embarrassing since I'd spent two hours lecturing all these guys about how there was no excuse for anyone to crash on a trackday and that all it takes is a bit of common sense to be safe.
I got discharged from hospital the following afternoon and went back to the track to see how the guys were getting on under instructor number 3, and as I painfully hobbled through the door I was greeted by jeering and laughter!
That'll teach me to try and show-boat!
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