pday76
Junior Member
Well the good news is I'm alive. Bad news is I broke my femur. Not recomended. It was a first gear crash into a guard rail, snap, over the guardrail, through the trees( I was told two full summersaults) 20 feet down into a creek bed. I had all my gear on, which I am convinced saved my life. Don't know if anyone is familiar with Rabbit Hash Kentucky. That is a local destination for most bikers in the Cincinnati area. Well it was the scene for this awesome event. I was leaving to go home after a great day of riding. From where we parked to a stop sign is propably 100+ feet. Right before the stop sign is an immediate turn to the left. At this point is a bridge 20 feet above the creek. I took off and got pretty high in the rpms in 1st. I'm guessing 40 mph but I didn't look. Realizing I needed to slow for the turn, I let off the throttle too fast and had a great deal of engine braking. Between that and getting on the brakes pretty hard, I lost control and the bike slung me into the guardrail right before the bridge and the ride began. I have been riding my bike for two years now. I would not consider myself an aggressive rider. I was in a good mood and felt a little ****y I guess. Needless to say ****y is nowhere in my dictionary anymore. They said it took five guys to flip my bike upside down to get the handlebars out from under the guardrail. My buddys brought my bike to me the other day and suprisingly my bike is in great shape. Some cosmetic damage, handlebars are bent, but otherwise good shape. Moral of this story: ****y=Crash!
