Graphic pics are at the end of this post, beware!
Although I never really posted on these forums, I feel I now have a good story to tell!
I bought the my 2011 Versys from Pismocycleguy (forum member) in late December of 2011 after seeing the bike (fell in love)at the Long Beach motorcycle show.
My girlfriend and I had been planning to go to the MotoGP races up in Laguna Seca last weekend. We had planned to camp on the motorcycle for the first time, as well as some friends that were coming with us, we were even meeting a fellow Versys forum member to share a few beers up on Fox Hill.
Story goes: After prepping the bike all day Thursday, we headed out from Huntington Beach about 12:30am. We left so early because my girlfriend has never been up to the Monterey area, and I wanted to have her see the sun rise on PCH up in that area, so about 5:30am. We were making great pace and hit San Luis Obispo by about 4:30am. From there we got a coffee, took a short break and were back on the road. We hit a small town named Cambria once on PCH and I was going about 70 or so MPH and saw a deer. Scared the **** out of me, so I decided we needed to slow down. Now travelling about 50mph and about 5 miles outside of Cambria we hit and kill a coyote. It ran from the left side straight into my left foot/footpeg. We got a little speed wobble as I got on the binders pretty hard to slow down, but made it through fine. We turned around and I scored a picture of the kill. This incident really got the nerve in me, but there was no place to stop for gas, coffee, a hotel, nothing. We continued to drive on, but now I wasn't going over 50 at all. I was taking it as slow as I felt nessescary but clearly we just shoudln't have been on the road at 5:00am. About 15-16 miles above Cambria the biggest dear I have seen in my life decided she was Ray Nitschke and ran once again from the left directly into the front of the bike. We made impact and were on the ground almost instantly. I apparently decided the best way to fall was on my left knee (pictures) and then rolled around a bit. My girlfriend used her nice butt to her advantage, sliding on it and ruining the pockets of her pants (otherwise fine). After the accident I had the full adreneline pumping and knew that #1 we needed to clear the road as we were in a small lul and oncoming traffic may not see us, and #2 we needed to call 911 because I saw my knee bone. We cleared the rode by rolling, pulled our phones out and sure enough, no service at all (Thanks Verizon). My girlfriend was pretty shook up, having never been in a motorcycle accident before, and from the sounds of her moaning I thought she was worse off than I was. I got her to calm down, then came the waiting game. From San Luis Obispo to this point we had seen maybe 4 cars, so I was very worried that we would be there a while as I bled out. Sure enough we waited about 20 minutes and a motorcycle came from the distance and stopped to help us out. He was a pretty cool guy and offered to call 911 for us. After we used the phone he stuck around for a little and left, as he too was heading to Monterey for the races. EMS took about 40 minutes to show up, we couldn't give them a cross street because it's dam PCH and we can't tell where we were. EMS arrived, carted me off, gave me some morphene as the adreneline was now fading away. The ambulence ride was about an hour long, but had surgery almost instantly once I arrived at the hospital.
I factured my patella (kneecap) into 7 pieces, 1 piece being the top half of my kneecap, the other 6 being the bottom half. I also ripped the patellar tendon (I think it is the tendon/ligament that doctors hit with that triage dode to get your reflexes). The Ortho said my tibia had taken 2mm of yellow line out of the road and he had to scrape that out. The rest of my body was ship shape. Both my girlfriend and I were wearing full face helmets, brand new Tourmaster jackets, gloves, but dumb me wearing just plain levi's.
Progressive was notified and told me the bike would probably be totalled, although when I looked at the bike all I saw was the shifter broken. They inspected it and said I bent the forks and frame and decided to give me a pretty penny for the bike.
Long story short, if I ever do ride again, it won't be at 5am on PCH without some sweet pants. I loved my Versys as I am sure most of you all do, but stay safe out there. Plan your trips out and take your time, you don't want to be in a brace for 6 weeks with no leg movement followed by a year of physical therapy. Also "___________ or bust" signs on the back of your bike during a trip may result in a "bust".
I'll try to get a picture or two of the bike before and after, Progressive hasn't sent me after pictures yet, and my girlfriend has the before's.
Bike after coming soon
Our beautiful crash site. We could hear the waves crashing and watched the sun come up.