Today while I was riding through city traffic I came upon a motorcycle accident that had just occurred.
Although I hadn't witnessed it, based on the few words I exchanged with the motorcyclist(s) and driver involved, it was something like:
1) Two motorcyclists (A small Kawasaki street bike (250/500?) and Honda dirt/dual-sport) were riding in the left of two lanes behind a car (a main road through town) through moderate traffic (Friday rush hour)
2) A pedestrian walks out into the crosswalk (as they do frequently around here in Berkeley, CA, with little disregard for traffic flow)
3) Car makes a short hard stop to allow pedestrian to cross
4) The Kawasaki rider either didn't leave enough cushion or was traveling too fast or didn't know how to quick stop and lost traction (probably grabbing the front brake instead of squeezing) and the bike and rider slid, deflecting off the back of the stopped car.
I didn't begin to 'judge' the situation ("judging" is a habit I'm trying to break) until I talked to the Kawasaki rider, and detected "squid-like" qualities. A relatively young rider, with a what looked like close-to-brand-new bike (thankfully not a 600) out to take on the sea of cars onto an urban battlefield of distracted drivers and pedestrians, construction zones and delivery trucks, bicycles, potholes, and gravel. He wanted to be cool (like we all do)!
Thankfully he wasn't badly hurt (probably wasn't going that fast), but the motorcycle had a few pretty pennies worth of repairs.
WHAT A WASTE! A perfectly good sport bike, that could've racked up 60k+ miles at the hands of a more responsible or attentive or skilled rider, now destined to what? Be parted out, or salvaged, or repaired and ridden or sold to another unsuspecting novice rider?
So I lay this harsh judgement upon this stranger, but here's the thing; that rider was ME when I was 19 years old. My first bike was a '88 CBR600 Hurricane, that was my introduction to the sport; the beginning of my long riding career thus far. The Hurricane lasted six months with me at the helm, when I laid it and myself down on an uphill off-camber turn (that I could now take 10+ mph faster on my DL650). No other cars involved, but an ambulance ride, a broken wrist, some road rash, and a towing bill.
I suppose I myself was a squid at that time; even though I took the rider course, didn't drop $10k+ on a brand new sportbike, and like to think I generally have a good sense about me, I lacked the better judgement and wasted resources, to learn my lessons the hard way.
So here's my question to you all:
Is there anything more effective than learning lessons the hard way?
(i.e. "Taking it nice and slow and easy until confidence is built up" VS. "Push it to the limits to see how far it'll go")
Although I hadn't witnessed it, based on the few words I exchanged with the motorcyclist(s) and driver involved, it was something like:
1) Two motorcyclists (A small Kawasaki street bike (250/500?) and Honda dirt/dual-sport) were riding in the left of two lanes behind a car (a main road through town) through moderate traffic (Friday rush hour)
2) A pedestrian walks out into the crosswalk (as they do frequently around here in Berkeley, CA, with little disregard for traffic flow)
3) Car makes a short hard stop to allow pedestrian to cross
4) The Kawasaki rider either didn't leave enough cushion or was traveling too fast or didn't know how to quick stop and lost traction (probably grabbing the front brake instead of squeezing) and the bike and rider slid, deflecting off the back of the stopped car.
I didn't begin to 'judge' the situation ("judging" is a habit I'm trying to break) until I talked to the Kawasaki rider, and detected "squid-like" qualities. A relatively young rider, with a what looked like close-to-brand-new bike (thankfully not a 600) out to take on the sea of cars onto an urban battlefield of distracted drivers and pedestrians, construction zones and delivery trucks, bicycles, potholes, and gravel. He wanted to be cool (like we all do)!
Thankfully he wasn't badly hurt (probably wasn't going that fast), but the motorcycle had a few pretty pennies worth of repairs.
WHAT A WASTE! A perfectly good sport bike, that could've racked up 60k+ miles at the hands of a more responsible or attentive or skilled rider, now destined to what? Be parted out, or salvaged, or repaired and ridden or sold to another unsuspecting novice rider?
So I lay this harsh judgement upon this stranger, but here's the thing; that rider was ME when I was 19 years old. My first bike was a '88 CBR600 Hurricane, that was my introduction to the sport; the beginning of my long riding career thus far. The Hurricane lasted six months with me at the helm, when I laid it and myself down on an uphill off-camber turn (that I could now take 10+ mph faster on my DL650). No other cars involved, but an ambulance ride, a broken wrist, some road rash, and a towing bill.
I suppose I myself was a squid at that time; even though I took the rider course, didn't drop $10k+ on a brand new sportbike, and like to think I generally have a good sense about me, I lacked the better judgement and wasted resources, to learn my lessons the hard way.
So here's my question to you all:
Is there anything more effective than learning lessons the hard way?
(i.e. "Taking it nice and slow and easy until confidence is built up" VS. "Push it to the limits to see how far it'll go")