At drill last month as I was gearing up on Sunday afternoon I was talking to a young Sergeant E5 who was gearing up to ride home. He had a new Honda CBR600, the one with the flat black paint. I asked him how he liked it. He said it was his first bike and only had 300 miles on it. Next to it was a new R6 with a bit of raod rash on the fairing. He said that bike belong to a friend of his and she had never ridden on the interstate so he rode with her to drill. I was thinking to myself that this was an accident waiting to happen. Fast forward one month. After first formation I hear on of the Platoon Sergeant say, "Hey roadrash, how ya doin'?" Right there I knew it had to be the SGT I met the month prior. So I asked him if he went down. Sheepishly he says, "Yeah..." What happened? He said as they were riding home last month his friend signaled that she needed fuel. He signals to exit. As they are exiting the highway he doesn't slow dwon enough, realizes he can't make the turn, decides to "hop" the curb and ride it out on the grass. He makes it to the grass okay, see a bar-ditch with a drainage colvert. He decides to low side and then proceeds to go ass over tea kettle. The body work is shot and he ended up tearing the legiments in his right ankle. 4 weeks later he is still limping around and could just get a boot over his foot today. I just rolled my eyes. Granted he would have done the same thing on a mo-ped, but is amazes me that a brand new rider with enough cash can buy a race bike.
Land of the free and home of the brave...with freedom comes the impled task of responsibility.
Oh well....I'm just glad he wasn't hurt worse.
Land of the free and home of the brave...with freedom comes the impled task of responsibility.
Oh well....I'm just glad he wasn't hurt worse.