Ok, the pics worked. The title says it all. 7/20, 11:30 am, a warm, sunny Sunday morning here in Indy, I was tooling along on my '77 CB550F. Not bike-show material, but I like it. (See gallery link in my sig for pre-crash pics.) Wearing HJC full-face helmet, t-shirt, ripped jeans, and Blundstones. (Love those Aussie boots!) An 18-year-old kid in a Kia blew a red light and knocked me ass over teakettle. There's a big house on the corner, so I never saw him coming.
So then comes cops, ambulance, cervical collar, strapped to a board, and taken to the ER. I guess I was lucky. No broken bones, no internal injuries, no head/back/neck injuries, not even stitches. They bandaged my wounds, gave me a tetanus shot, and sent me on my way with a scrip for Vicodin. I called my mom to pick me up from the ER. She took me to her house and made me a grilled cheese and some tomato soup. Then I guess the adrenaline buzz wore off, 'cause I barfed.
The bike is kinda banged up. Smashed speedo, broken turn signals, dented tank, etc. I think the frame is bent. But it still starts, runs, rides (with the bars at an odd angle), and shifts through all the gears. No fluids leaking that I can see.
My family, including my older brother who introduced me to the joys of motorcycling more than ten years ago, all want me to sell the thing and move on. I, however, am already thinking about rebuilding. Maybe I'll start a project thread.
I'm not fishing for sympathy. I just thought I should post this as a cautionary tale. I consider myself a safe rider; sober, helmet, license, safety course, registration, insurance, tires, chain, lights, signals, horn, etc. But I still got nailed, six blocks from home, when I least expected it.
Sincerely,
Daniel