Fall of 2001
I was on a new GSX-R750 and just raced a Dodge Viper GTS on the North Dallas Toll Way in the wee hours of the morining. I rode a wheelie through the Belt Line Toll Booth next to the Viper. The Toll at this point makes a series of slight curves.
When the road straightened, we line up to race again and that f*cker swerved and clipped the rear tire of my bike. I did the earth-sky-earth-sky routine and finally stopped rolling after over 100 feet from the dismount. I could see my bike smoking another 60-70 feet on down the road. I looked to my left and a semi buzzed by. I was standing in a lane with oncoming traffic.
I might have looked like the newest Mighty Morphin Power Ranger with all the gear but I lived to ride another day. Concussion, torn ligaments in right knee, broken coccyx, broken thumb, broken ankle, but I lost not one stitch of skin. That full leather suit was well worth the $1500 price tag. Luckily, I never impacted the center divider or a wall, just bounced down the concrete. I had on a back protector, helmet, as well as armored gloves and boots. All of the gear prevented serious internal injuries.
According to eye witnesses, the Viper never even lit the brakes. Oh well, you live and learn.
