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Mentioned earlier this week in the "Eclipse" thread about having my rear tire blow out and going down on I-75 just outside of Valdosta, GA this last Monday. I'd felt the bike starting to wobble at typical interstate speed and began to slow down to look things over, the slower I went the harder it became to keep control then WHAM! On the ground on my right side.
In that moment I laid there a few seconds, realized I was laying on an Interstate and popped right up. A trucker who had see it had stopped and was quite un-nerved telling me to go to the side of the road. I'm not the kind of guy that takes those sorts of suggestions very well so I picked up the bike, moved it to the side of the highway then did the same with my trailer and it's contents much of which spilled out when the cover latch popped.
I knew I had taken a good shot to the ribs and the point of my right hip. Having broken ribs before I was pretty certain nothing was broken and the hip wasn't too concerning. It seemed as if the state police showed up within two to three minutes and an ambulance within another one to two minutes. The officer was adamant about me going to the hospital and I finally agreed to let the paramedics to look me over, there wasn't a single mark on my side but they said some medical mumbo jumbo and I agreed to let them take me in.
Long and short of it I checked out fine on the X-rays, now time to get back to the bike for my phone and a change of clothes before grabbing a room for the night realizing that finding a 130/90-17 was going to be nearly impossible. Found a shop to order one for me and it got here yesterday. Up to that point I was sore but not really hurting but after going to the wrecker yard to swap out the tire which includes removing and reinstalling the luggage I really DID hurt!
Didn't get much sleep last night due to the pain and today has been... Trying! The impact plus the work involved have left me feeling like a feeble senior citizen. Granted, I'm kind of at the entry point of being labeled a senior but still, I take pride in the fact that Iggy Pop doesn't have much on me when it comes to physical condition. Dammit, I hate when people call me old but today I feel like it. Please pass the Geritol so I can cry into it, really wish I had another one of the lidocaine patches they put on the day it happened.
In that moment I laid there a few seconds, realized I was laying on an Interstate and popped right up. A trucker who had see it had stopped and was quite un-nerved telling me to go to the side of the road. I'm not the kind of guy that takes those sorts of suggestions very well so I picked up the bike, moved it to the side of the highway then did the same with my trailer and it's contents much of which spilled out when the cover latch popped.
I knew I had taken a good shot to the ribs and the point of my right hip. Having broken ribs before I was pretty certain nothing was broken and the hip wasn't too concerning. It seemed as if the state police showed up within two to three minutes and an ambulance within another one to two minutes. The officer was adamant about me going to the hospital and I finally agreed to let the paramedics to look me over, there wasn't a single mark on my side but they said some medical mumbo jumbo and I agreed to let them take me in.
Long and short of it I checked out fine on the X-rays, now time to get back to the bike for my phone and a change of clothes before grabbing a room for the night realizing that finding a 130/90-17 was going to be nearly impossible. Found a shop to order one for me and it got here yesterday. Up to that point I was sore but not really hurting but after going to the wrecker yard to swap out the tire which includes removing and reinstalling the luggage I really DID hurt!
Didn't get much sleep last night due to the pain and today has been... Trying! The impact plus the work involved have left me feeling like a feeble senior citizen. Granted, I'm kind of at the entry point of being labeled a senior but still, I take pride in the fact that Iggy Pop doesn't have much on me when it comes to physical condition. Dammit, I hate when people call me old but today I feel like it. Please pass the Geritol so I can cry into it, really wish I had another one of the lidocaine patches they put on the day it happened.
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