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Month: February 2022

Blog Post 4

Getting back on a bike

After crashing everyone’s immediate reaction was that I was never going to get another bike. I never saw the logic in that because I knew exactly what I did when I crashed and I learned from it.  Little did everyone know I had a plan to get a new bike  the whole time. For me it’s not just about having a nice bike. It’s the feeling I get from it. Everyone has that one passion they could just go on and on about and mine is bikes and going fast. When I’m riding all the noise goes away, it’s just my bike, the road, and me.

First Ride Back 

After buying my bike I had to put it in a storage unit so nobody would know that I had it. If my mom found out she would kill me. I had it there for about a month then on one of the recent warm days I got a chance to take my new bike out for a ride. There was a little snow still melting, so the roads weren’t ideal, but nevertheless it was amazing. It was the highlight of my whole February. It felt like I never stopped riding. Just the sound of the bike and feeling it rev just put a huge smile on my face. 

Taste of spring 

Ever since the day of my surgeries I’ve just been looking forward to next summer. Because of my injuries I missed out on a lot of my previous summer as I was bed ridden for 2 of the 3 summer months. This spring and summer is a chance to make a bunch of memories I couldn’t have last year. A big part of those will most definitely be my bike. Whenever I get the chance you better believe I’ll be ripping 160 on the highway somewhere around New England.

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Where I am Currently

After my two surgeries I needed to get both of my knees better, I had a long road ahead of me. Dealing with mental struggles and rehab to get back all I lost from the injuries was no easy road. I ended up nearly missing the first half of my first semester in college and falling way behind, but I managed to catch up and do what I needed too. Then not too long after being back at school I decided I needed to start working because I wanted another bike. 

Getting another bike

Right after I crashed I knew I needed and wanted another bike. The question was how am I going to let my parents let me get another one? The answer is that they wouldn’t find out. I came up with the idea that I would rent a storage unit and store my bike there and have everything in my name. I just needed the money so I started working about 30 hours a week just on the weekends while I was at school. Then came winter break. This was just what I needed. I had a month and a half to just work and save money. I worked about 65 hours a week during winter break to save enough money. In that month and a half I managed to save more than I thought.

Finding the right one

While working all that time during winter break I was on face book marketplace looking for bikes whenever I had the chance. I wanted a bike even cleaner than the R6. Then came across an ad for a 2012 Triumph Daytona 675r. It was perfect. I came with an inline 3 which meant it didn’t sound like any regular bike. It also came with many mods that I absolutely loved. I knew right away that was the one. I messaged the guy right away saying I had cash in hand ready to come get the bike. The guy was just 20 minutes away from me so it wasn’t too far of a drive to go get the bike. When I got to the guy’s house and saw the bike my face immediately lit up and I knew I made the right choice.

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The Day I Wrecked 

It was the middle of May and it was a perfect day outside. Not a cloud in the sky, low 70’s, and very sunny. My friend Java and I had a few cars scheduled for the day at my house so we were going to clean them all up then head to Java’s house to go eat. We were initially going to go to Java’s house both in 1 car, but I decided I wanted to take my bike to Java’s because I was wet from washing the cars. And let me tell you, I sure did make the wrong decision.

The Crash 

Javas’s house was just about 10 minutes away from mine so I didn’t think anything of it. Pulling out of my driveway Java was in his car in front of me and I was on my bike driving behind him. It stayed that way until we were about 5 minutes away from his house. We took a left then a right and there was a minivan in front of java driving extremely slow. The street we were on I knew fairly well, but not as well at high speeds. Being the young kid I am on a sportbike I sped around Java and the minivan in oncoming traffic. There was a car coming toward me that was a little too close for comfort so it forced me to swerve back into my lane before I wanted to. By then I was going about 90 mph and there was a curve coming up that I was going way too fast to take.

The Impact

Since I was going too fast for the turn I locked up my front and rear brakes and slid off the road into someone’s front lawn. On their lawn was about a small car sized boulder that I hit head on. At the time of impact I was going about 80 mph. When the front of my bike hit it launched me about 60 feet through the air. As I was in the air it felt like everything was in slow motion. Then I hit the ground hard. When I hit the ground it instantly knocked the wind out of me. I slid for about 20 feet then got up on me 2 feet numb from the amount of adrenaline in my body. I knew right away I messed up. I limped over to a tree and layed down. A bunch of cars pulled over and I told Java to look for my phone . It turns out my phone exploded on impact in my pocket and was destroyed. I had to build up the courage to call  my mom and tell her what just happened.

The Hospital 

After about 5 minute of me lying on the ground it was like a scene out of a movie. Cop cars, fire trucks, and an ambulance all pull up in a hurry. I knew I messed up my right leg, but I didn’t know how bad. I took a look over at my bike and the whole front of it was gone. My stomach dropped because I knew I totaled it. The EMT’s loaded me up on a stretcher and got me in the ambulance. Once in the ambulance they had to cut off all of my clothes to see if I had any Injuries. I had a small swipe of blood on my hand, but I couldn’t see if I was bleeding from anywhere. Then when they cut my pants off I looked down and my quad was about 4 times it’s regular size and I had bad burns from my phone blowing up in my pocket, and a large gash at the top of my thigh that didn’t look real. It was so big. I was in quite a lot of pain so the EMT’s drugged me up and it was a blur after that. I ended up needing 40 staples to close my gash, had a pretty big patch of 3rd degree burns from my phone, and tore my acl and mcl in my right knee which required surgery.

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How I got into Streetbikes

Taking you back to my childhood, I was just 4 years old when I got on a dirtbike for the first time and I fell in love with motorcycles and powersports ever since. Ever since I was that 4 year old little boy getting on a dirtbike for the first time, I always imagined myself getting a streetbike one day. I would see pictures of my dad with his bikes when he was younger and I wanted to be exactly like him.  Whenever I saw one driving on the road I would just listen, stop and stare. Just the sound, the look, and the speed drew my attention to them so much.

Who Influenced me?

My dad, who was the one who put me on a dirt bike, rode street and race bikes his whole life, so you can clearly see where I got that passion from. As I got older I got more skilled at riding and started pushing myself to learn new techniques to make my riding cleaner and faster. By the time I got to the age of 10-11 years old I was pretty comfortable on a dirt bike so it was time I got a real bike. My dad bought me a Suzuki rm-85 which was a pretty popular bike at the time and was my first bike I rode with a clutch. Learning how to ride with a clutch was difficult at first, but the more time I spent riding the better I got. Not too long after that I put my dirt bike away for the winter and stopped riding for a couple years because I got serious into football. Then in my junior year of high school when I was 17 years old my sister started dating this new kid named Mustafa. He had a gorgeous BMW m235i that made about 600 horsepower and I was in love with it. He started coming around more so I spent more time with him and was heavily influenced by his need for speed. That summer going into my senior year of high school Mustafa bought a BMW S1000RR which is one of the best 1000cc sport bikes you can get on the market, it’s also one of the fastest. Once I saw him pull in the driveway with it I knew I had to go for a ride on it. And for those that don’t know you can’t just hop on a 1000cc sport bike and ride it that easily with no experience. So I went for a ride with my dad. As soon as I sat on the back I knew what was about to happen. The ride was chill until we took the exit to merge onto the highway. As soon as we came around the bend my dad ripped it. I never felt something pull that hard in my entire life. The feeling that it gave me is incomparable to anything I had ever felt in my entire life. It changed everything for me. When We pulled into the driveway I knew right away what I needed in my life. A street bike.

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Getting my first street bike

All throughout the next year I worked my butt off and saved up about $8,000 to buy myself a bike. It took me to the beginning of April. I would scan Facebook marketplace everyday trying to find the right bike. Finally I landed on the perfect one. A 2009 Yamaha R6 with Yamaha’s classic blue and had all the modifications I wanted. I was in love. My dad and I drove about 2 and a half hours away to pick it up and when we got home and got it unloaded I just sat and stared. It felt unreal I was 17 years old with my own street bike that I got all on my own. It was about another month before I would get to ride it. But, boy o boy, when I got to ride it was the best time I’ve ever had. Being by myself ripping on the highway was my peace, my bike was my getaway. The rush of adrenaline it gave me just made nothing else matter. Then snap I wrecked, bad. 

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