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Deep sand is one of the most dangerous things for a motorcyclist on a borrowed bike (father-in-law's 2006 BMW 1150GS) to come across on a dirt road pretty close to the middle of nowhere. Riding in sand is very tricky, especially on a bike this big. I do know the technique, and have some practice, but not lots.
I almost made it.
Sadly, I didn't. Bike got away from me with about 10' to go and down I went. Low side to the right. Felt my ankle twist in a funny way, and the little voice in my head registered that it would soon hurt a bunch.
Got to my feet, noted the ankle issues to come, and figured I'd better ride the wave of adreneline to get the bike upright. Turns out that was not to be -- that's one heavy bike. Luckily someone came by right then and helped me get the bike back up. Other than a few additional scratches it was none the worse for wear. I was also fine other than the ankle. Riding gear works, and I always wear all of mine.
Did I mention I was 250 miles from home? And 20 miles from a town?
Nothing else to do, so I rode the bike back to town. Right foot injuries are easier on a bike -- that foot just handles rear brake. Considered trying the ride home, thought better of it and got a room at a motel of the sort you would not normally want to stay at. Folks were super friendly, though, and I even met a nice gentleman from Germany who was also a BMW rider. He insisted on taking my bags in and helped me get the bike parked safely. Good people.
Well to wrap it, called my wife and she and my father-in-law came down the next day for a rescue mission. Al rode the bike back, Jenny drove me home. Today (Sunday, 2 days since the crash) got X-rays confirming a broken ankle. My first broken bone. Yippy
So my riding/driving season is over. Not a huge deal as winter is close in these parts anyways. I'll be calling an orthopaedic doc tomorrow for an appointment. Luckily I have good health insurance and lots of sick time; I can work from home too as I'm a programmer. Not how I wanted my summer to end, but there you go.
So that's why I hate sand.
I almost made it.
Sadly, I didn't. Bike got away from me with about 10' to go and down I went. Low side to the right. Felt my ankle twist in a funny way, and the little voice in my head registered that it would soon hurt a bunch.
Got to my feet, noted the ankle issues to come, and figured I'd better ride the wave of adreneline to get the bike upright. Turns out that was not to be -- that's one heavy bike. Luckily someone came by right then and helped me get the bike back up. Other than a few additional scratches it was none the worse for wear. I was also fine other than the ankle. Riding gear works, and I always wear all of mine.
Did I mention I was 250 miles from home? And 20 miles from a town?
Nothing else to do, so I rode the bike back to town. Right foot injuries are easier on a bike -- that foot just handles rear brake. Considered trying the ride home, thought better of it and got a room at a motel of the sort you would not normally want to stay at. Folks were super friendly, though, and I even met a nice gentleman from Germany who was also a BMW rider. He insisted on taking my bags in and helped me get the bike parked safely. Good people.
Well to wrap it, called my wife and she and my father-in-law came down the next day for a rescue mission. Al rode the bike back, Jenny drove me home. Today (Sunday, 2 days since the crash) got X-rays confirming a broken ankle. My first broken bone. Yippy

So my riding/driving season is over. Not a huge deal as winter is close in these parts anyways. I'll be calling an orthopaedic doc tomorrow for an appointment. Luckily I have good health insurance and lots of sick time; I can work from home too as I'm a programmer. Not how I wanted my summer to end, but there you go.
So that's why I hate sand.