Riding in ths industrial south end of Seattle yesterday when a large van ( about 10,000 pounds) came up from behind and the front fender hit my elbow driving my hand from the bar. Then it hit the end of the bar forcing the steering hard to the right. This caused the sidecar to leap high into the air as the west coast mirror and frame hit me from the middle of the back across the shoulder, slamming me down and off the bike. As I fell between the bike and the truck, for a hundredth of a second I saw the machine roaring away on two wheels with the sidecar high in the air as the front wheel of the truck hit my head a grazing blow. This rotated my body just enough that when the rear duallies hit, my head was only partially under the wheel. The slick surface of the helmet saved me as I felt the helmet squirt out from under the wheel like shooting a marble with your thumb.  I felt the rear wheels brush my back as the truck roared past.
The whiplash this caused stunned me and I just lay there concious but unable to move as traffic stopped and people gathered around. They were asking me questions but I couldn't understand them.  After about 5 minutes I was able to get up but was still groggy in shock.
The doctors are still studying the xrays of my neck and ribs so I don't know the full story yet.
When the bike roared away it fell back onto all three and as the throttle sprang shut it veered left and hit the truck as it stopped.
The fairing was torn off but other than that the bike damage was only superficial.
Now comes all the red tape, I guess that is better than being a red stain on the asphalt.

Phelonius

phel, glad you're alive.
I hope to read in the news that the driver receives his just reward... a sidecar enema... 'can you see me now?'

Wow!,... it don't get any hairier than that!...

Get well,.. my best healing thoughts are with you.... ...

glad you made it ok, I hope the SOB that hit you gets his just rewards.
heal fast ,and good luck to ya. Mick

The driver stopped but he never even spoke to me.  I didn't even know which person he was until just before he left when the cop pointed him out. He was a kid. Probably 20 to no more than 25, driving some kind of commercial van about the size of a ford F600 or bigger.
There were people trying to help me until the cop arrived at which time they all evaporated.  Since I didn't actually see what had happened and the trucker apparantly didn't say much either, and no witnesses said anything, no ticket was given to either of us and the cop could assign no blame.  It will be interesting to see what kind of pizzing match the insurance companies have over this.

If I did not have diabetes, I would have spent last night in a bottle of Irish whisky
I took two oxycodones and slept fitfully,  Every time I started to dream , I would wake up. so I guess the dreams were'nt worth having.

Phelonius

Ive seen ads in the Thrifty Nickel for witnesses after an accident. No idea if it ever helped, but maybe they all thot "Someone else will do it"?

Hard to call a man Lucky after such an ordeal, but crappity smack man..


Things could be better
Things could be worse
You could be ridin
In the back of a hearse.

You could not come any closer to meeting your maker than that!!!
Good to hear you are ok!!! If not charges are laid, I hope that at least the truck driver got a good talking to.

Wow.  Glad you are ok.