So EMT's rarely attend motorcycle accidents in your area to find the rider wearing ATGATT?
That is very interesting and surely indicates that ATGATT wearers must be the more skilled and competent riders on your roads.
It's more that gear of any sort is very rare around here. Helmets of any kind are very uncommon. Most riders are bareheaded, and most of the few who bother to wear helmets are sporting useless plastic yarmulkes. I'd say real full face helmets account for less than 5% of the riders you see in Indiana.
It's quite common in hot weather to see men riding along shirtless and wearing flip-flops. Perfectly legal here, for some reason.
It depends a bit on the weather; obviously the unhelmeted generally only appear in warm sunny weather.
As a rider, you have had FOUR accidents???? And you lead group rides??? You definitely need ATGATT!! Yikes!! That's the poorest safety record I've seen, short of Evel Kneival. What are the odds?
Well, I'm leaving out countless off-road drops on my KLR...
Mostly unlucky, I guess. I ride a crapton of miles, and when it's not snowing, a motorcycle is my primary transportation. FWIW, all of the accidents happened in ordinary situations at ordinary speeds. Two were on the way home from work.
Broken femur #1 was a fresh spill of cooking grease in 2007. It was near dusk, just plonking along after work and heading home. No way to see the grease until I was in it. Lowsided, whacked a curb really damn hard. My wife and I went by the scene on the way home from the hospital three days later and the grease had attracted enough dirt that we could follow the trail back to the last restaurant, and all the way out to the highway. That was a freak accident, and the fresh grease was not really visible. I'm not counting that as avoidable.
Broken femur #2 and wrist #1 (and a cracked ankle) in 2011 was an unlicensed left-turning phone-poker who pulled a quadruple reverse triple fakeout maneuver and at the worst possible second, decided to floor it through the intersection. Like all of us, I've dodged countless phone pokers and blind left turners, and I'm pretty damn hard to kill. But this one got me. From a certain point of view, I almost made it -- she caught the left side of my bike's engine with the left corner of the car and shoved the engine about three inches to the right.
Whether that one was avoidable is hard to say; my only real option while she was playing stop/go/stop/go was to stop dead and see what the hell she was going to do, but that would risk getting hit from behind.
I generally try to think further ahead these days, and avoid being the only vehicle in intersections; if there are two lanes, I'll try to position myself to use a car as a shield, but sometimes that's not possible so you have to move as far away in the lane as you can and hope they don't get a text.
Broken femur #3 and wrist #2 in 2013 was when I collected a 7 point buck on my KLR650. Just plonking along a country road headed to breakfast with a few buddies, and the deer crossed the road at a dead run. None of us ever paid any attention to deer hunting, and we didn't know that day (November 9) was the peak of the rut that year in this area. Since then, I don't venture into the countryside from late October through most of November, but I will ride to work, errands, etc.
#4, getting knocked off in the roundabout (unhurt) was pretty simple: I entered the 2-lane roundabout at the 9:00 position in the inner lane. I saw the Ford approaching from the 6:00 position in the outer lane, and nothing seemed amiss. Then of course had to turn my head to the left, away from the car, to continue around.
Unbeknownst to me, the driver was from rural Illinois and had never seen a roundabout in her life. So she just blasted straight through the roundabout without looking left or right, crossing from the outer lane into my inner lane. I sort of smushed into her driver's side door with the right side of my Vee at about the 3:00 point. Scared the bejeebus out of her, and she bawled nonstop for the next hour. She immediately admitted fault and her insurance took care of me, anyway (Yes, I kept the Vee. Some new scratches I'll live with and a handlebar took care of that).
I dunno, that one may have been avoidable. Nowadays I time my entries to roundabouts to ensure that I can't fall victim to idiots like that again. I do have to say, the concept of the roundabout worked well; when there is an accident, it's at low speed.
Just curious: what do you all think of these two common motorcyclist proclamations?
"There are two kinds of riders: those who have gone down and those who will."
"I had to lay it down to avoid serious injury."
On the first one, it's sort of useless and I think it's even counterproductive. Motorcycles are all about risk management; we do what we need to bring the risk into an acceptable zone, where the pleasure outweighs the fear and doubt. (After hitting that deer in 2013, I can't enjoy riding in the countryside during the rut when I know the deer are more active and the risk is elevated. So I don't. At other times, deer risk is still there, but I can accept it.) Sure, the ideal is a lifetime on a motorcycle without injury, and we're all striving for that, but I can't think of any highly active riders I know who haven't tested their gear.
In other words, saying "Yer gunna crash, punk! We all crash!" is just pointless. And entirely missing the point. It's a lot more rational and productive to discuss the risks and hey, we've got a great way to manage those risks nowadays. Remember, good comfortable reasonably priced armored gear hasn't been widely available for all that long, relatively speaking -- maybe 20 years. And in the last 10 years or so, new materials, standards and testing have really made gear and helmets light-years better; lighter, more comfortable, more protective, and cheaper.
And the "lay 'er down" morons... yeek. I did once risk serious injury when some beardy biker bro was telling some yarn about "layin' 'er down" to avoid a crash. "Oh, so you crashed before you crashed because you didn't want to crash? I don't get it..."
I've also heard Olde Bikers telling Olde Biker Tales about "layin' 'er down" then somehow ending up on top of the bike and gracefully surfing to a stop. Or "layin' 'er down" so the footpeg would dig in and stop sooner. They must be brave for leaving the house at all on tires that damn slippery.