We can all make the joke about having them. Some of us more than others. (I’m looking in your direction, BJ.) What makes this site special isn’t just the beer, bikes, boobs mentality; it’s that we all stick together when shit goes sideways. Info about Jonny went up all over and people responded with well-wishes and sympathy galore.
We hear all too often about bikers down, so I’d like to share a close call and a ‘Damn, I’m glad I saw that’ that happened recently.
My good friend Michael (aka : wunnspeed) went down in a race and spent some time in ICU. I’ll let him tell the story, as I wasn’t there to see it.
For those who haven’t already found out, on Sat. July 17th my buddy Andre’ and I were racing as a duo team at the 12 Hours of Külsheim in Külsheim, Deutschland. Andre’ had already done his two laps and off I went on mine. Through the first bit of single and double track, down the tricky decent and back up the long hill which takes you to the Tank/Panzer practice range. I rode through all of that at a pretty good pace, while passing people every 1/2 km or so. Then I rolled up in to my favorite section of singletrack and passed two more people. I then rounded a corner to a fun descent (when it’s dry) and spotted two riders ahead that I wanted to try and catch………
The next thing that I remember was being lifted into an ambulance and looking down to see the front end of my bike missing (yes, the Curtlo is dead). Somehow, some way, the head tube (where the fork goes through) snapped off the front of my bike and from everything we can patch together, I went face first into the dirt and rocks. Strangely, 90% if my injuries are in the facial area.
You can read the rest here.
Now on to the too close for comfort stage. I try to ride. I really do, but I have a 2-month old son who needs a bit more TLC than my Karate Monkey. So I’m limited on time right now. Hell, even the missus wants me to get out, as she sees me getting stir crazy when I don’t. I was raised to step up and take responsibility, and in this case that means being present, as many of our own dads weren’t. I’ll be damned if I do that to my kid.
So I try to ride to work and back. If I have late shift, I try to get in some riding before heading home. Monster is probably sleeping anyway, so let’s git ‘er done!
So the close call comes in when I get home, shower and get some sleep.
Next morning I find this as Im adjusting my lights for night riding.
So there you go. Check your equipment regularly, wear a helmet and don’t be a dick. Drink beer, ride bikes and listen to Slayer. Go to a punk show. Kiss who you love, and fucking live a little.
Edited to add : Looks like I’ll be taking Wunnspeed’s place at SiS. Wish my fat ass luck.by