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What's the saying? It's not a matter of if you're going down, but when?
Road went from two lanes into one--the one with the trolley tracks. When the road opened up into two lanes again I moved to the right, balancing between that precarious edge of turning too hard and losing the front vs. turning too little and not having enough angle to cross without getting caught on the lip. Well, I caught the lip.
I spent 10 years riding in SF every day, many of which were wet from fog (as it usually is at 6am on the way to work). I thought I was a pro at riding on and over metal in the wet, but Prague one-upped me.
There was no sliding, no 'holy ...., I'm going down if I can't save this'. I was slapped by rotating pavement faster than a dropped liver hits the floor. Right foot was trapped under the bike for a second, cheese-grating the toe of my Sidi boot instead of crushing my ankle, shoulder took a bit of a hit, as did my Macbook Pro and iPad which were in my backpack.
While sliding I looked back to see if I was about to become mincemeat by whatever vehicle was behind me, but (duh), I'd already checked my mirror before changing lanes....didn't really think that through in the immediate moments post-crash, but whatever. Dropped my backpack on the curb as a big ass truck emerged from the tunnel just after the 2-to-1 merge. I thought for just a moment, 'damn, good thing I didn't get a stealth black Panigale'. He stopped, jumped out and helped get my bike up. As quickly as that happened, he was back in his cab and on his way. Thanks, dude!
I was not looking forward to the damage report. I rolled the bike up onto the sidewalk, took a deep breath and....to my total ....... surprise, the bike was nearly unscathed.
A few light scratches on the tail section, a bit of rash on the rearset footpeg, and the rest was confined to what you see below:
(I knew that Wilwood slider should have been twice as thick!)
(Ignore the daisy LP I photographed the pieces on. Stayed that night in Germany at some artist/musician commune.)
Fortunately I was already on my way to Ducati Prague when it happened. (Unfortunately if I hadn't been going there this wouldn't have happened.) I didn't have an appointment. And they didn't even know who I was or what I was doing. When I showed up in the pouring rain on an 1199, with full gear and packs, they were just a bit surprised and slightly amused that some maniac from CA was riding through a Czech storm to come and pay 'em a visit. After alerting them to the accident, they directed me to ride around to the service center where they could bolt on on a new bar end and brake lever IMMEDIATELY.
Can't thank them enough. Czech Ducati/Ducati Prague gets it. Thanks, guys! Seriously.
Road went from two lanes into one--the one with the trolley tracks. When the road opened up into two lanes again I moved to the right, balancing between that precarious edge of turning too hard and losing the front vs. turning too little and not having enough angle to cross without getting caught on the lip. Well, I caught the lip.
I spent 10 years riding in SF every day, many of which were wet from fog (as it usually is at 6am on the way to work). I thought I was a pro at riding on and over metal in the wet, but Prague one-upped me.
There was no sliding, no 'holy ...., I'm going down if I can't save this'. I was slapped by rotating pavement faster than a dropped liver hits the floor. Right foot was trapped under the bike for a second, cheese-grating the toe of my Sidi boot instead of crushing my ankle, shoulder took a bit of a hit, as did my Macbook Pro and iPad which were in my backpack.
While sliding I looked back to see if I was about to become mincemeat by whatever vehicle was behind me, but (duh), I'd already checked my mirror before changing lanes....didn't really think that through in the immediate moments post-crash, but whatever. Dropped my backpack on the curb as a big ass truck emerged from the tunnel just after the 2-to-1 merge. I thought for just a moment, 'damn, good thing I didn't get a stealth black Panigale'. He stopped, jumped out and helped get my bike up. As quickly as that happened, he was back in his cab and on his way. Thanks, dude!
I was not looking forward to the damage report. I rolled the bike up onto the sidewalk, took a deep breath and....to my total ....... surprise, the bike was nearly unscathed.
A few light scratches on the tail section, a bit of rash on the rearset footpeg, and the rest was confined to what you see below:
(I knew that Wilwood slider should have been twice as thick!)
(Ignore the daisy LP I photographed the pieces on. Stayed that night in Germany at some artist/musician commune.)
Fortunately I was already on my way to Ducati Prague when it happened. (Unfortunately if I hadn't been going there this wouldn't have happened.) I didn't have an appointment. And they didn't even know who I was or what I was doing. When I showed up in the pouring rain on an 1199, with full gear and packs, they were just a bit surprised and slightly amused that some maniac from CA was riding through a Czech storm to come and pay 'em a visit. After alerting them to the accident, they directed me to ride around to the service center where they could bolt on on a new bar end and brake lever IMMEDIATELY.
Can't thank them enough. Czech Ducati/Ducati Prague gets it. Thanks, guys! Seriously.