I got home from work the other night and decided to go for an evenings ride. Since it was only 4:00 I had hours to kill before bed time. So I geared up fired up the Vee and headed out.
I was about thirty minutes out checking out some roads I had never been on. I came to an intersection and was unsure of where I was so I took a left..after a few seconds I recognized the road, spotted a post office I knew, made a mental note to take the next left, started up over a slight rise in the road .....
A big burgundy Suburban is in my lane..WHAM! He was making a left turn in front of me...I figure I was doing about 35 mph and had a 200ft or so to react..I left about 30 ft of rubber before hitting him.
This is the SUV after it was moved from the road..
Hear is where the bike landed..
I think I have pieced together most of what happened. I honestly do not remember the last 100 ft before I hit or how I hit the ground.
Since he was coming at me turning left I obviously tried to go right to get around him, I grabbed some brake to shed speed as well. When we hit we were at a sharp angle since all the damage is to the left of my bike.
I think I tensed up right before impact which probably helped to slow me down. I think I clamped the tank hard enough with my thighs that it took a lot of the blow out of the hit. ( I know I got one hell of a bag tag out of it) well the physical size of the Vee also helped save me. My Dash cluster was above his hood so as I went up over the bars I took my windshield in the abdomen, folded my bars ahead, flipped over his hood and landed flat on my back on the ground. The bike fell to its left away from me.
When I hit the ground I realized I was still alive after hitting a truck..wow. As I was sitting up taking my helmet off I was thankful for all my gear. I reached up and shook the drivers hand and introduced myself. I was not mad at all just happy to be alive.
The next part was the worse, calling the wife to come get me off the pavement...tough call.
Long story short I spent the next 15 minutes slowly checking myself out and getting up, I felt pretty good. The wittinesses around me could not believe I was standing up walking around saying I felt fine. But I was. There is not a single mark on my helmet or gear, the truck stopped me dead, the bike slowed me down and I just flipped over the bars and landed on my back.
I refused and Ambulance ride and had my wife take me instead. A rider friend came and collected my bike for me and put it in my garage. As well as a rack of beer in the fridge.
At the hospital my main concern was the shot I took to my abdomen but a CT scan revealed no internal injuries. I did not have a single cut, abrasion or bruise on me. after two days the worse thing I have is a sore knee...which is almost better now.
I took my bike to the dealers to start the repairs...they will have an estimate on Monday..adjuster will be there Monday as well. They can probably have all the parts by weeks end.
Hear is a pic of the bike the next day..
Notice how the pelican cases kept the rest of the bike from being damaged when it fell.
All in all I have to say that the Strom is one tough bike and if it had to happen I am glad I was on it when it happened.