I suppose I should describe the motorbike accident.
Essentially the bike was knocked over in a parking lot by a reversing car. The problem was that I was sitting on it.
I had started my machine and was duck walking it backwards out of my parking space at the motel. I came to a stop and was about to put it into first gear, turn sharply right and pull away when a car backed out of a parking spot perpendicular to mine and to my left. I was sitting still and I just noticed in my left peripheral vision the oncoming mass. I remember turning my head forward and lifting my left leg up hoping it would not be crushed between his back bumper and my engine. The impact was akin to a hit by an enormous angry linebacker. It sent me flying off to my right and the motorcycle landed hard on its right side too. Something had hit my left knee.
It hurt a lot. Helmet, jacket, gloves and boots all did their job but I was only wearing jeans (not my riding pants), so of course it was my knee (with no armor) that got hit. I had to roll around for a little while holding my knee before I crawled over to the almost upside down motorcycle and turned off the still running engine.
The fellow who hit me was a 24 year old french Albertan soldier heading off to CFB Borden in Ontario. This was only his second day of the road trip and his insurance ( which was valid ) was only for the month because he is shipping off to Kandahar in a few weeks.
Nice kid, I felt bad for him. I explained that his premium was gonna go up for the next three years and he said that he understood and,” took full responsibility”.
We waited for the police officer to create an accident report because we were both from out of province.
After we all parted I went to a clinic and had my knee looked at.
Scrapes but otherwise the doctor thought it seemed fine. At that point I agreed with him but would keep an eye on it over the next few days. I think it hit my handle bars as I was thrown over and was not crushed by the cars bumper.
The bike has very bad damage on its fairing and the turns signals had to be rebuilt with superglue.
So much for resale…
My time in Regina was very productive. I am looking forward to finishing this project in a few weeks back in Toronto. All the players really stepped up and it sounds great.
Jason and Erin’s new son is just crazy cute. I love babies. (Funny how I don’t have any myself)
Heading back out onto the highways systems of Saskatchewan and Manitoba I was both elated and spooked in equal measure. It felt so great at first but then I started feel sort of glum. I think the accident put some kind of spell on me for the first few hours. I felt a gentle sadness.
What is this strange choice I’ve made and more so… how will I stop this once I get back to the city. As a lifestyle this is very addictive.
I realized later in the day that each mode, both social and solo are wonderful within their paradigms.
It is the transition between them that is difficult.
By my second day of riding I was happy as a clam.
It’s almost like the earth and sky is this other friend of mine that is quietly waiting for me to leave the world of people so we can frolic together in the wind.
Rode along the small secondary highways of southern Saskatchewan and Manitoba with a short dog leg into northern Minnesota popping out into northern Ontario.
The feel and graphics of the Ontario government make it seem like I am already home. Yet I still have 2000 more km to go. Currenty my odometer reads 15,380 km so far. That’s a lot of one day at a time’s.
My plan is to flank the northern shore of Lake Superior and into Manitoulin Island. From there, a ferry to the tip of the Bruce Peninsula. Some of my motorcycle buddies are meeting me at Tobermory and we will camp and ride back as a group.