Powerful Pete said:Good one alienator. I wrecked with my dad's 800cc Suzuki Intruder and suceeded in breaking my leg in two places. Hardly any damage to the motorcycle.
And I did it all alone, went into a tight corner way too fast for that kind of bike, slid out and flew over the handlebars. The last thing I remember was looking down at the bike as I was flying thinking how much it would hurt. And it did. :o
High sides are always ugly. My retirement crash was a high side. The week before the retirement crash, I'd been racing in South Carolina when someone else crashed and put sand on the track. I hit the sand, high sided and broke my wrist. Bike was fine. The next week, I was racing on my hometrack and spun up my rear tire exiting a 120mph corner. I thought I was catching the bike's slide but then the rear hooked up and everything went all pear shaped. The next thing I knew I was sliding down the track at a ridiculous speed on my back. Unlike your crash, I wasn't the one flying through the air, or so I noticed when I looked up: there above me, my racebike was re-entering the atmosphere and headed straight for me. So the bike pounced on me, and as I slid off the track and bounced down an embankment, the bike jumped up and down on me and my leg another 3 or so times. Out of that, I netted a lower leg busted in 14 places.
It's kind of disconcerting to see your foot pointing in a direction opposite from the way it should be according to the owner's manual.
On the upside, I earned a cool titanium rod running the length of right tibia, a few screws, a bone graft, a big lump, and some electrical wiring in my leg. As a result of the Ti rod in my leg, that leg is light yet stiff and gives a lively, compliant ride.