Experience in your dilemma...
Hi guys! It's been a while since I've been active on this site. I wanted to get some opinions on an 1199R I have had on order since January.
Here's my background:
I have been riding and tracking sportbikes since 1991, so I am not a squid. The track speeds are for the track and the street speeds are for the street. I have owned 12 different motorcycles and I have ridden well over 500,000 miles...
Just after last Thanksgiving, I was hit by a distracted driver on my 1198S in FULL gear @ 30 mph. I suffered some pretty severe injuries, such as broken wrist, broken clavicle, and broken jaw just to name a few. In addition to all of this, I am STILL trying to get my flight status back so I can go back to work as a professional pilot...
Here's the dilemma:
In a few weeks, my dealer 1199R will be calling me saying that my bike is ready for pick-up, BUT... I am not sure I will actually get it. I don't know if I can ride on the street with the possibility of this ever happening again. At $30k plus tax, fees, and insurance, I'm just not sure if it worth it to buy as a "track bike" or just "fine Italian garage art"...
This is not to mention that my wife is very opposed to me ever riding on the street again either. She's ok with a track bike, but she then brings up the price tag again...
Anybody else experience this dilemma? Thought about it? What would/did you do??
Thanks in advance, y'all.
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Plotshots, your post really struck a chord with me. I have a very similar story to tell. We have many similarities in life it appears. Hopefully you or others can benefit or learn from what I've been through. I'm interested in what peoples' opinions are about my situation just like you are. Just like you, the "R" is what brought me to this forum. Here's how my story goes-
I grew up riding/racing with hopes of possibly becoming a professional racer. That dream didn't pan out for the most part other than some SCORE Baja racing, but I was able to get to expert level motocross, and become very proficient on street bikes. My lifelong addiction to adrenaline led me to a degree in Criminology and a law enforcement career that involved work I enjoyed such as SWAT, Off-Road Detail, and being a motorcycle officer. Being a motorcycle officer somewhat fulfilled my dream of being paid to ride, even though I wasn't a huge fan of writing citations most of the day. With most things that give an adrenaline rush, the risk mitigation against the danger is the common thread. I've always been good at managing risk, but sometimes that doesn't help the outcome.
On a cold misty morning while responding to a call, an elderly asian woman with a dog on her lap pulled out of a parking lot 50 feet ahead and on the right into the road in front of me. Collision avoidance to my left was no help as she was headed across all lanes of traffic to the left turn pocket. I bled off approx. 10 mph of speed before hitting her left rear tire at 40 mph. Breaking the rear axle of her car and pushing the Kawi's front tire into the the exhaust, I was ejected through the windshield of the bike hitting the side of the car. I ended up facedown in the grass in the center median with my bell rung wondering what just happened. I thought I was having a nightmare, but soon realized I wasn't dreaming as the pain started intensifying.
The injuries sustained included a torn off and broken nose, obliterated sinuses, eyelid partially torn off, detached retina, numerous broken teeth, broken wrist and collarbone, jaw sprain, torn rotator cuff, and two badly broken thoracic vertebrae. I also had numerous lacerations and bruises all over my body, and of course numerous injuries from my motocross racing. My fiance tended to me while bedridden for as much time off as she had, but she eventually had to return to work. A year of rehab and numerous procedures got me up and walking again, but the unknown strength of my healed, but broken back led me to become a liability in the SWAT and motor officer jobs I was currently assigned to. I was subsequently medically retired. I was devastated, but determined to find a new start.
With the small amount of retraining money I was eligible for, I applied to be retrained as a pilot. The question to myself was, if I could become a pilot and have a second career doing it, could I pass the medical? I went to my local flight doctor and applied for a First Class Medical. He immediately granted the medical to me after his exam, but gave me a laundry list of paperwork to bring to him that he knew the FAA would be requesting. Pounds of paperwork was given to the FAA, and then they would request more. Eventually they were buried with enough paperwork, they quit asking for more. I've held a medical certificate ever since and have only had to provide a few things for them over the years since.
I now work at an aerospace company and many of my coworkers ride motorcycles. I've been invited numerous times to go riding on Sunday with them. I've borrowed a friends' CBR1000RR and really enjoy the rides through the canyons to the Rockstore and down PCH along the beach to Neptune's Net. These rides are very close to my home and the roads and views are amazing.
One of my coworkers invited me to go to Pro-Italia as he was in the market for a new bike. Off I went with my wife telling me, "Don't buy a bike!" I test rode a Pani S among others and so began my infatuation with the R! Pro-Italia said they had a list of names with deposits longer than the number of R models they were slated to receive, but I should get on the list. This was January and they thought if I had any chance of getting an R, it would be in their second delivery around October of this year. I placed the deposit and began explaining to my wife, that same girl who tended to me while I was bedridden that I wanted this bike.
My wife initially had a very emotional reaction to my wanting to put myself out on the street again with the car driving public. She argued that she doesn't want to see me hurt again or worse. She wants me to be around for my family, which I totally understand. Not riding has created quite a void for me though.
On one of my flight test trips, another coworker and I stopped off at Santa Barbara Ducati, where I once again found myself lusting after the Panigale. They offered a spot on their waiting list as well. I found myself placing yet another deposit on the R.
Fast forward to April and I received a call from SB Ducati, saying that the other guys in front of me deferred and "My R" was due to arrive. Gulp! I had them verify I qualified for their financing and checked out how much the insurance would be. When I spoke to my wife and told her the timeline to get my bike moved up significantly, she expressed concerns again. I also began having doubts myself about if I really should be spending so much for a toy for me to play with on the weekends. I ended up deferring my spot at SB until they get another one. Shortly after that call, I received another call from Pro-Italia saying that "My R" was in. I again deferred my spot to later on in the year.
I've thought about riding every day since passing on picking up the R and feel like I can justify a purchase around the end of the year. I'll probably try to get one of the first '14 R models. I need to have fun on this rock while I'm here and I can't live safely in a bubble my whole life; it's never been my style.
Plotshots, I would think your concussion shouldn't limit you from getting your medical. I think "loss of consciousness" is the red flag that makes them pay more attention, and I believe that still isn't a deal breaker. Feel free to PM me for any help or questions. I can give you my number there. Life is short, let's ride!