I'm now officially a statistic
I'll try to keep this short, but it brings me great pain.
The story: We took a day trip to Cedar point, this was on the way back, mile marker 9 on Northbound I-75
hit a diag crack, sent into unrecoverable tank slapper. According to the trail in the wet grass, i saved it, but lost it in the grass.
wearing my coat, underarmor, Race gloves, race boots, jeans, vemar helmet.
Only have bruises on my hip, a little on my kneeds, and some scratches on my other hip.
by the time I stopped rolling (and landed on my feet) I began hating michigan, but guys... I lived through this one, and I was going 80. I'm a living testiment to gear, so please take that as a warning or what have you, michigan roads suck, along with its cagers, so PLEASE, dress for the crash, not for the ride!