I wrecked my bike, Tiny, on Monday night. I AM OKAY.
Only a few scratches and bruises. And one sprained finger but those didn’t keep me from getting into the shop and fixing her up today.
Chasing sunset skies up the PCH, I was following the car in front of me and missed the signal of them slowing to give the car in front of them space to turn or back up, or whatever it was they were doing. It was sudden and I was in third gear going near 25 miles an hour when I realized I had no space to slow and get out of the way. I flew at the car in front of me, breaking and swerving, swiping the back right side of their car, smashing their rear lights. At this point I knew I had lost control and threw the bike, vaulting myself to safety.
As soon as I hit the pavement I bounced back up, took off my bags and with the help of strangers pulled Tiny upright and onto her kickstand. After the police report was filed and the adrenaline started to wear off I was picked up and taken to the ER for x-rays to rule out a broken finger.
Big thank you to the @moto.republic.losangeles
team for all your support in getting her running and back on the road. Nothing a little duct tape and zip ties couldn’t fix.
A few people have told me I am “lucky” to have walked away from the accident relatively unscathed but luck had nothing to do with it. I work hard. Every. Single. Day. Training, working my body, preparing my mind, always ready. My memory of the seconds that it took me to wreck are fuzzy and unclear but I am glad that instinct took over and I knew I needed to get off the machine. Every time I mount my bike and start her engine I know the risk I am taking. By wearing all of my gear all of the time ( #atgatt
) I choose to protect myself, because this is the ride that I could go down. It is not “if” I will go down, it is “when”. #feelthefearanddoitanyway