This is an abridged version of my motorcycle crash on 9th November 2006, 20km out of Orbost on the Bonang Highway. This is Part 1, with Part 2 to follow soon after. 95% of this was written in December 2006 with a few minor updates made at the time of posting.
I’d gone down to the Snowyride with a few mates from the OzVFR group, and we’d been on a HUGE ride from Jindabyne to Orbost. We’d left the “90km winding road” sign heading up the Bonang Hwy out of Orbost (VIC), and after a few km, the other guys had gone on ahead, with me bringing up the rear.
I’d gone about 20km along the Bonang Hwy when the crash occurred.
I had failed to make a slightly downhill right handed bend, and ended up hitting an embankment then a tree. The bike was dead, and I wasn’t, which is the best part of the story! It happened at 4:40pm. The bike hit the embankment at approx 60km/h, then my thigh and forearm hit the tree (and I still remember both impacts on the tree) My leg was then sandwiched between the bike and the tree.
After it all stopped, I crawled out from under the bike, turned off the ignition and removed the key (One of my mates said “Why – were you afraid someone might come to steal it?“) I did the systems check – fingers…check. Toes…check. Legs…check (although I was able to put weight on my right leg, it was quite sore to begin with, and I hobbled around a bit. Eyes…yes, they could see but weren’t really registering the damage done to the bike (or myself).
I was amazed and astonished that I could stand and hobble around, which I am VERY LUCKY to have been able to do.
I removed my luggage and rummaged for my mobile phone, only to find there was no network coverage. I had a drink of water and wandered around for a few mins with many things racing through my head, including:
- “If I call the boys, they can come back and get me“
- “I can call Stewie(*), who can rescue the bike – it shouldn’t take too long, we should be home by dinnertime“
- “I’ll just pick the bike up and keep riding, just like in MotoGP“
Great thinking when there’s no mobile phone coverage! Anyways, it took a while before someone else came along the road:
- about 40 mins after the crash, a fellow on a trail bike [who had somewhere else to go] would alert my mates if he saw them and promised to help on his return journey
- A young lady in a car packed to the gills with belongings (and looking deathly frazzled) stopped and offered help in some way, but she looked to be in more trouble than me – kinda like she was running from something or someone!
- About an hour after the accident Pete arrived. Pete stayed with me until my mates arrived (they had been a further 50km up the Bonang Hwy before realising I wasn’t coming, and we were reunited about 2 hours after I crashed).
Pete is an absolute champion in the true sense of the word. Typical of most Aussies, he stopped what he was doing to help out – he drove me to hospital in town, picked up his trailer and (with the help of the boys) loaded the bike up and took it back to Pete’s place. I went to hospital for a checkup, no broken anythings just bruising, miraculously! By now we’d realised we had to stay the night in Orbost. We stayed in a motel (arranged by one of the nurses); went to the pub for a beer (the motel called the pub to make sure they were still open for us; and then proceeded to drop us at the pub!
Orbost is full of lovely people and we certainly appreciated their hospitality 🙂
Next day, I called & claimed on insurance, and after saying bye bye to the bike, I was a pillion for the 600-odd km trip back to Jindabyne (the long way).
What contributed to the crash & lessons learned (with the wonderful benefits of hindsight & discussing what happened…)
- It was late in the day and we had done 600+km already, fatigue and lack of concentration are likely contributors
- I had the wrong line into the corner, with not enough ‘space’ should something go wrong. There was a bump in the road (as I started to tip in) that upset the bike. I must have tried to correct it somehow or probably stood the bike up ready to tip-in again. Either way I was into the grass/leaves/gravel off to the side of the road quite quickly, and it went from there.
- My skills in slower/tighter corners was always my weakest point, and something I didn’t readily look forward to a similar incident had occurred earlier in the day when I was distracted by something – again a ‘lack’ of concentration.
As with anything in life, it’s what happens when things go wrong that proves how well you come out of it. I was with a great bunch of the OzVFR guys (AB, Greg, Trev & Dan) who were very accommodating and in a way I felt sorry for them having to endure the event because of my crash. Thanks all.
There will be a follow-up post to this to really bring to light why this crash was one of the most important parts of my life to date. Stay tuned for part 2!
* the owner of the place we stay during the Snowyride…270km away in Jindabyne
3 replies on “The bike crash – Part 1”
Great story Andrew! cant wait for part 2, oh and may be 3.
The only thing intriguing me is the timing. it took too much for the guys to go back. if there was a serious injury.
When we ride dirt or long hauls we tend to have our buddies in front or at the mirror, if i lose sight i stop and mostly return if no signs of my buddy is catching up within 5 mins.
Usually you find the other bloke in a funny situation where he went into a mud puddle and stayed in or something on these lines.
We use CB radios mounted on the bike with a helmet connection and have a PLB all the time just for the great time you really need it.
Glad to see you are alive and well and still riding!
Thanks for the leg pic!
Thanks for your comments Yuval 🙂
After this we did have many (often heated) discussions to work out how to prevent this from happening again, and what were our thoughts prior to the crash that left me ‘at the back’ (and in the end, so far back from the others).
We do now ride as a group more than we did in the past and we always make sure we communicate where we’re going, how far to the next stop, and ride in small sub-groups.
I’ll be sharing more specifics in the next post…
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