Went down hard
by Nana
I had an accident a couple of weeks ago that still has me shook up. I was following my guy and we were going down a stretch of old highway. It suddenly turned into gravel and I went blank. He was in front of me breaking down fast - we were riding staggered. I hit the rear break 3x hard, but I forgot to downshift and hit the front break. I swerved and when I righted I was immediately behind him and I hit him right in the rear fender making us both go down hard on the gravel.
My leg got caught under my bike but I was twisted around, so my ankle was twisted and trapped and hurt. I started hollering about my leg and my guy got his helmet off and rushed over to get the bike off me. Thank God I had soft bags or I'm pretty sure I would have had a broken ankle/leg. As it was, I tore my jeans and got some nasty road rash on my knee, and several bruises all along my left side. He went down on the high side and got a huge bruise on his hip and a bruise shaped perfectly like his mirror on his chest.
I was so shook up. I felt terrible. I know what I should have done and felt so bad because if I hadn't hit him, he wouldn't have gone down. It's just one of those situations that I knew what to do, but in the moment - panic. After we got both our bikes up and assessed the damage to both bodies and machines, we climbed back on and rode about 50 miles home. The whole way I was just going over and over it in my mind. It's not what happened to me, but what happened to him that scared me the most.
He was great about it - never blaming me for anything. He said we both walked away from it and the bikes weren't badly hurt - just a few scratches. But now I am scared to ride with him, let alone in a group. My bike has been sitting ever since. I miss it, but I just feel responsible and scared.
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