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I hate to bring semantics into this... but I don't think many people think it's 'smart'. These people probably either don't care that much about the injury (fine... their life), or they don't realize how stupid they are.

Terrible crash in that video... that guy was so lucky to not hit a car or anything. I'd say I'm glad he's alright... but I can't find it in myself to actually give a damn.

Nice vid though, hopefully it'll encourage some newbies to do the truly smart thing and wear gear. Preserve your body if you want it to last your life.:thumb:
 

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Speedboy3 said:
I hate to bring semantics into this... but I don't think many people think it's 'smart'. These people probably either don't care that much about the injury (fine... their life), or they don't realize how stupid they are.
You'd be surprised, there've been some pretty amazing arguments (the stupidity is the amazing part) for not wearing gear that I've read in the few years I've been riding.
 

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You'd be surprised, there've been some pretty amazing arguments (the stupidity is the amazing part) for not wearing gear that I've read in the few years I've been riding.
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Don't you guys know that helmets will cause you more damage to the neck in a crash? What about the gloves restricting your finger movement and limiting your control?
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First one came from my neighbor, who has apparently reconsidered his position on the subject, now that he actually owns a bike (Harley, of course) and has a wife with two kids at home. Last time I saw him ride into work he had a full-face helmet and a leather jacket :thumb:, though he still squids when just riding around town. The second one came from my wife, after I got her FirstGear Dakota gloves, which she immediately found too restrictive, and continued to ride either without any or with MX gloves that she picked up on her own :rolleyes:
 

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Looks like he had a little rear wheel wobble. Maybe a little less air pressure in the rear tire next time. That crash looked like it hurt. He's lucky he didn't get hit by that car. WOW!
 

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Hi All-

The accident literally knocked the shoes off his feet. You can see how all of the "bony prominences" were affected like elbow, shoulder, and likely one (or both) of his ankles. Boots are the only choice for footwear while riding.

Leathers, helmet, and gloves goes without saying...

~ Blue Jays ~
 

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Or a high quality high top riding shoe would be OK.

http://www.motorcycle-superstore.com/item.aspx?style=9103&department=115&division=1

A Textile or Leather jacket with armor is a must any time you plan to ride over 30mph.

Gloves are #2 only to a helmet. I have seen some guys save themselves (instinctivley) with thier hands. I saw a guy do it without gloves once. His hands were mangled. Broken fingers, scars, you name it.

Long riding pants, or thick jeans with pads are also very important. I am guilty of wearing regular jeans.

That lucky ba5tard lived through that terrible wreck by luck. He could have walked away without a mark if he were wearing appropriate gear.
 

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YAAAYYY throttle junkies! Now everyone can see what I'm always preaching about with the smooth throttle and more brake control thing. Look at the bike lunging up and down. He hit BP and never touched the brake. Down he went. Oh... and this is what it looks like when you wreck like that without gloves... This is my roommate after goin down. He used the same line as you're wife. "Its too restrictive... and it's hot out. I don't like the way it feels." He was wishing he would have listened and worn my gear. Looped wheelie @ 60 mph =
 

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from looking at the video if he was just wearing a jacket he would have avoided like 90% of his injuries...

i like ur quote roadstain "its not a sport unless it can kill you".

people dont understand that even riding with gear...u can still die easily, so technically its still a sport...lol
 

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Over here in Australia it compulsory to wear a helmet and the argument about wearing gear is restrictive... so is ground off fingers and brain damage! I wear a full faced helmet Kevlar gloves and a dri rider Jacket with body armour and above ankle boots, you get used to them and it gives you more confidence...who knows they might ever save your life. If I ever forget any of them now it feels like I forgot to put on my pants or something.
Anyway safe riding!:D :thumb:
 

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I've heard the argument that, if you go down really hard and end up with severe injuries, you'd rather be dead than suffer. i read about a guy who killed himself after suffering major injuries, having limb(s) removed, etc. and just couldnt deal with it anymore. he was wearing gear but, as stated before, you could still die/be severely injured. that's about the only half-valid argument i've heard against gear
 

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I pulled up to the gas station in Indio, CA. It was about 110 degrees out, and I had on my black leather jacket, black leather pants, and boots. The locals were amused. I went in and bought 2 20oz bottles of water and drank them both. A guy asked me was I hot wearing all of that leather...I told him yeah, but only when I was standing still...Back on the freeway, 90 - 110 mph all the way to Bakersfield. No way I would run like that in T shirt & jeans....
 

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Rundog said:
I pulled up to the gas station in Indio, CA. It was about 110 degrees out, and I had on my black leather jacket, black leather pants, and boots. The locals were amused. I went in and bought 2 20oz bottles of water and drank them both. A guy asked me was I hot wearing all of that leather...I told him yeah, but only when I was standing still...Back on the freeway, 90 - 110 mph all the way to Bakersfield. No way I would run like that in T shirt & jeans....
"sweat wipes off, road rash doesn't" :p
 

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I've heard the argument that, if you go down really hard and end up with severe injuries, you'd rather be dead than suffer. i read about a guy who killed himself after suffering major injuries, having limb(s) removed, etc. and just couldnt deal with it anymore. he was wearing gear but, as stated before, you could still die/be severely injured. that's about the only half-valid argument i've heard against gear
There is NO valid, half-valid, one-tenth valid, etc argument for not wearing gear. Choosing to not wear it because you don't want to have to live with injuries is a gutless and selfish reason.

Gutless, because millions of people, around the world, live with disability.

Selfish, because your family and friends would rather have a "damaged" you around than not at all.
 

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Around 1:30 am, on September 30th last year, while heading home to my girlfriends after work, I had just gotten on the interstate 101, northbound from mcdowell, and after a quick spool up to cruising speed (@70 indicated) -I realized it was too cold to be out in without leathers, especially to make a 25+ mile trek north especially with plans to return later still (I was glad the temp gave call for them.) So, I stayed in the on/off lane but noted headlights closing rapidly from the ramp behind me and figured it must be a cop enroute to a scene. Having decided to roll down to the next exit, take a cruise to my home (about 3 miles away) to suit up and get back on the road, I stayed in about the rightmost third of the far right lane and took the Thomas exit as while rolling off the gas, I noticed that the vehicle closing on me was coming across 2 or 3 lanes and attempting to exit as well, looking over my left shoulder I saw it was no cop car. I was hit when a brown, beat-to-shit, early '80's Nissan screamed by me, passing me on a one-lane interstate offramp and clipping my left barend. The bike leapt to the right about a foot, landed in a path parallel to my chosen and the front end went nuts, my hands were thrown off the controls and I scrambled desperately to get ahold of the bars. The rear brake affect was weak but I managed not to skid. In less than an instant, my life was forever changed. The exit veered left and I was airborne as the gravel-covered embankment built up for the roadway sloped away towards a concrete lined drainage canal 30+ feet wide and 10+ feet deep. Thankfully, I don't recall the next two seconds, but Highway Patrol recreationalists say the bikes front dug into the embankment and I was catapulted over 250ft bouncing through gravel and finally into the empty canal. Upon being shot over the bars, the right mirror; like a mellon-baller, took a 5"+ diameter, 3/4" deep super scoop out of my right leg, just outside the knee, gouging and exposing the cap and knuckle of both bones. My clothes were tattered, as was the flesh beneath. My boot sole was separated. Both wrists were shattered as were most fingers, some partially amputated, my ankles were disjointed and my backside deeply gouged. Numerous other open injuries occured and I came to rest in a half inch or so of fertilizer/waste/mud with a tiny trickle of farm field run off water where I lay unconscious for a brief time. Upon awakening, I stood and staggered about briefly, looking for the bike before discovering the mangled remains of my hands and seeing fingers broken off sideways and hanging by tendons. Looking down my left forearm, 8+ inches of the ulna were exposed, I could see through my left palm, and the right hand was about the same, tendons and bones visible up and down the length of the arm. My right hand was 90 degrees out of line with the wrist and arm bones, blood flowed everywhere. I muttered, then yelled; "you gotta be kidding me!! YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!" unable to exit the canal I began yelling for help. An older, mexican-looking fellow appeared after a few minutes and shouted down at me to "get the hell outta there!!" I yelled at him to call for help. He left, I tried to cop a squat on my helmet, missed, and lapsed in and out of consciousness a few times before an ambulance crew showed up. The crew reported my condition to the pd enroute to St Joes and DPS (Highway) sent a fatality specialist to the scene. They tried to get my name and such, but I wouldn't shut up about the brown nissan p/u. I remember wanting someone to make a note of it, and became angy when being asked other, insignificant (to me) questions instead of making that point. DPS sent a cop to do a dui/drug check on me and see how high I was, (not) then, finally, they gave me a shot of something that made everything below my neck disapear. Apparently, the cop then took a statement from me (now high as a kite) but somehow missed the reference to, the brown nissan, instead concentrating on anything else in the roadway. A few hours later, my name still unknown, I lapsed into a coma, after a few days my identity was found and my sister (from FL) was contacted for permission to amputate my hands, she declined and got ahold of my girlfriend after recovering my cell phone. G/f is a nurse and had been mad that I hadn't called over a week, but sis filled her in and she saw me through the bulk of the following; coming out of a weeklong coma, coming off a ventilator, 17 or so hand surgeries; (whatever $1.3M buys) donor muscles/tendons bloodvessels transplanted from left leg, 2+ square feet of skin grafted from both legs to other sites, numerous debriedments, 8 or 9 transfusions, 3 times hearing; "he may not survive the next hour", weeks of seeing me shaking under a pile of blankets lapsing a month where I could keep nothing down, nightmares of penguins with bills like scissoring steak knives tearing apart my hands, hours of crying, screaming moaning in pain. I finally remembered the accident in early November. The bike is totalled, flipped through gravel, stopped on canals lip. My "hands" are a sick joke. Social security and welfare want me to fill out forms. Mortage is months behind, ditto bills, one creditor calls daily, even after I explained that I have no money for them, but they come right after the roof over my head, my sons stomach, the lights gas phone, the jeep, aol and the rest of $2700+ monthly bills short term disability (teamsters, disapointing) put $544 per month (not week) toward. Whats gonna be comical is the half-handed guy trying to move his shit to storage via Uhaul when I get foreclosed/sellout. Over 17 years, I've dropped bikes, I've dumped, wiped out, been flung hiside and crushed under this and that. Never like this. I've heard numerous times that I'm lucky to be alive, but while I suppose I'm glad I'm not looking out of a vegetable, this isn't "luck" -quite the contrary, "lucky" is seeing me from the outside as perfectly healthy nurses have. Hell, "luck" would've been passing painlessly and in midair from this earth, before the combined forces of gravity and inertia deformed me and ground me to shreds. I just knew I had my gloves on, I always wore them... but, nope. Every day and night I pray and beg God for another chance, to live forward from Sept 29th, 2003, in this body and with all else as it was then, but knowing what I know now. I don't wanna win lotto, I don't need 3 wishes, I'd feel better if I could even have a few minutes to appear at the on ramp the minute before I shot up it, wave myself down if I have to scream at "me" and holding the helmet as it is now, briefly explain 100 reasons I should ease onto the highway... ..as that little nissan sings by... I'll likely never ride again. I have gained some insight regarding why some guys won't wear a helmet, they know they couldn't live like this... if it weren't for hoping I can still be there for and raise my son grows to be a smarter, healthier, happier man than me; I would've made myself some rat poison pancakes by now. My life isn't special, maybe I wasn't grateful when I was truly blessed, or maybe God is like a kid with a magnifying glass on an anthill on a sunny day, and if thats the case I hope he saw what he wanted happen. If there is a heaven, it will be like living forth from the day before, preventing the accident, and maybe kicking Gods ass in a boxing match because I couldn't see anyone in a position/condition praying to me and not getting my help asap... I wish all you who ride the best, I pray for you, and am grateful for any prayers you could find in your hearts for me. Maybe someday I'll get at least my sense of humor back. Sincerely, 03wadofZ1Rmetal.crybaby.comADMINS NOTE: Eric took his life on Friday, June 4, 2004 due to depression and hopelessness brought on by this accident.
 
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