The Salvage Value Came In.

[pmelah]

My accedent was not as bad as others as a mater of fact mine was minor comparid to alot of others my passenger and I sufferd some road rash and grass stains but im always looking for sand and gravel in the road even in the cage and I havent ridden in 18 yrs. but its always good when you can get up and walk away with a limp some tears and a new respect for m/c and the hazzards that come with it

[GolfVenture]

I finally got my wife in a good way to accept that I may want to ride again. Now my daughter whom we are staying with jumped on my case. She calls m/c donorcycles. The next time I may not walk away from it. I could be bed ridden for life or dead. She kind of put the fear in me. I said for $300.00 I get the fun of moving all the good accessories to my 89 VR. All my m/h buddy is asking me is to fill his gas tank 1 time. My plane fare would cost me about $150.00 for all the extra baggage I would have due to my m/c stuff. Until I buy another helmet, gloves, boots, riding jacket and pants, and kidney belt which would account for about almost $1000.00 that would be the signal that I be serious about riding. I could put a lot of stuff on ebay like the engine, drive shaft, maybe spme exhaust stuff, and miscellanious other stuff. The engine alone would reemburse the salvage cost. Then if I wanted to sell the 89, the 89 would be easier to sell with all those accessories. Besides, I would still want to be a on going member of the Venture Riders for there are good funny jokes, ribbing, pictures of riding, and I can get help and opinions on a whole slew of other topics. Besides, I would love to strip the wrecked 91 VR into all it parts. It would be a learning thing and just plain fun. Besides in 40 years I'd be dead anyway and while I'm living I like to live it up some while I can still live it up. Can't an old guy have some fun.

 

I got her laughing a bit in my ranting.

[ediddy]

Good to hear everything worked out for you. I know how you and your family feel about riding again but people get killed and injured in automobiles every day. In 1967 I was 16 years old and had a beautiful 305 Honda Scrambler. I was riding through town and I met an oncoming vehicle with the signal light on for a left turn in front of me. I backed off the throttle until the vehicle came to a complete stop. Just as I got started to increase throttle again the car turned left in front of me. I hit the car at the back door, landed on the trunk and rolled off on the pavement. My bike was stuck to the back bumper and the driver keep going dragging my bike across the pavement. Fortunately I wasn't hurt. I could have been killed. My dad wouldn't let me get another motorcycle. Today I still get nervous when I approach a car that is going to make a left turn in front of me. After 45 years its still vivid in my mind.

[KIC]

I agree. I have had some close calls, and those close calls have kept me more vigilant. You have to stay around here...you have too many cool ideas and you are one of the few I haven't pissed off yet.

 

Good luck on the healing.

 

Bill

[GolfVenture]

Yea, Dr took the 3 pins out of my thumb and index finger. I'm going to start movement theropy (no strength) next week. Dr said it be several months but I should get close to 90 precent movement back into my fingers and wrist, If I work it.

 

Family has accepted that the real sign of me wanting to ride again is when I start to plan on spending $1000.00 for a complete new set of riding gear. So the salvage buy back is a go.

 

The salvage company said they have equiptment to lift the salvage bike into a trailer.

[KIC]

Others can chime in, but have you put in a claim for the damaged gear ? I have heard from others that insurance replaces damaged riding gear as part of the policy.

[GolfVenture]

yes, I've submitted a lot of damaged riding gear due to ATGATT.

[Prairiehammer]

Brian,

 

Read this and then have your daughter and wife read it, too:

 

An open letter to every person I meet who finds out I ride a motorcycle

 

Let me stop you right there, mmmm-kay? I can tell by that little intake of breath what’s coming next. Thank you in advance, but I already know that motorcycles are “dangerous.” After nearly forty years of riding on the streets, I am aware; telling me now will not be a revelation. It is not an insight into my lifestyle that has remained hidden from me until this, the moment of epiphany when you shine the light of outsider wisdom on my foolhardy choices.

 

There are ways I can minimize the risk — by riding defensively, riding sober, knowing my own and my machine’s capabilities, etc. — but I also know there are some risks that are simply beyond my control. But you know what? There a lots of risks that are within my control. We’ve become so pathologically risk-averse that for most people it is inconceivable to assume any additional risk no matter how much joy you might get back in return.

 

You want to know what’s truly dangerous? Not taking any risks. Hanging out with like-minded middle-of-the-roaders. Absorbing the same brain-ossifying **** from media factories every day. Jogging. Putting helmets, flotation devices, and auto-deploy epi-pens on your kids every time they leave the house. Passivity. Not paying attention to where your car, or your life, or you country is going.

 

If you don’t get that, that’s OK. I’m not trying to convert anybody, but here are a few tips to save us both a little aggravation:

 

You don’t need to tell me the horror story about your uncle’s buddy who wiped out his chopper while drag racing at some hooligan rally. That just makes me wish I were talking to your uncle’s buddy instead of you. He sounds pretty cool.

 

Do not — do NOT — tell me about the time you almost Sausage Creatured a biker because you “couldn’t see him” or he “came out of nowhere.” I have never known a bike to come out of nowhere, but I have seen plenty of cars pull a Crazy Ivan and turn into a lane occupied by a biker or make an impromptu unsignalled left turn in front of an oncoming me. If you’re expecting me to share your outrage at the temerity of bikers to be in the lane you want, you’re more deluded than a goldfish with a passport. I can’t make you see bikes. I can’t make you hang up your phone. They won’t let me mount a .50-caliber machine gun to my bike. So really, there’s not much I can do to change the outcome of your anecdote, so save it for your coreligionists who also have stick-figure families and giant softball stickers with the name “Tailyr” or “Flynn” or “Shyly” on their rear windows.

 

I do wear a helmet, as a matter of fact, along with other protective gear. But, the fact that you “certainly hope” I wear a helmet is so condescending it makes me want to ride a tricycle completely naked doing doughnuts in your front yard screaming Beastie Boys lyrics at midnight. Trust me, you do not want that. My buttocks are extremely pale and unsightly, especially in moonlight.

 

Please, do not complain about bikes parking in car parking spaces. Where are we supposed to park? If they let us park up on the curb like in Europe, we would totally do that, and precious few parking lots have motorcycle parking areas. Most cops already have a hard-on for bikes, so parking anywhere but in a designated spot is asking to be impounded.

 

Yes, I know, some bikes have very loud exhaust. Maybe it’s obnoxious, but at least you knew they were there, didn’t you? They say loud pipes save lives. I don’t know if that’s true, because there hasn’t been a serious comprehensive study of motorcycle safety since 1981, the poetically named Hurt Report. And yes, I know, at one point you probably saw some kid riding his 600cc sport bike at 100mph doing a wheelie down the freeway. He’s a squid, and he’ll either grow up or just take care of himself. Some bikers do crazy things. Anti-social things. Unsanctioned things. I don’t represent him and he doesn’t represent me — that’s the great part of being a biker. I could be a Lowbrow Weirdo or Antoine Predock or Lyle Lovett or just whatever I want to be.

 

If you’re really so all-fire concerned about my safety, don’t preach at me. Just do me this one favor: pay attention when you’re driving. Keep your greasy fingers off your touch-screen, put down your phone, use your turn signals and lay off the booze before you get on the road with me. You take care of your part and I’ll take care of mine.

 

But hang-gliding, man, that **** is crazy.

 

Carter Edman is an architect, writer, and rider in Cleveland, Ohio. He teaches “Motorcycles and American Culture” and other courses at Case Western Reserve University.

[pmelah]

no that is cool iwill be coping that to show to my relatives

[CaptainJoe]

two years Geico replaced my helmet only...said the other riding was not covered...

 

PROBABLY VARIES WITH INSURANCE COMPANIES...?