February 17, 2010 10:29 PM PST
We take turns leading sunday rides here, always ride stagger, cross the paint to pass when it's safe to do so. About seven years ago I lead a ride to Okeechobee for breakfast to our favorite Golden Coral, it was closed for remodeling. I recommended Lake Placid thirty five miles further west, everyone was in. Highway 70 is a great road through the middle of Florida, nice sweepers and scenery in places. The last leg is a ten mile flat straight section known for speed.
There was eight bikes, I checked out and opened my blackbird up in high gear a few moments, 185-195 and eased off the throttle, soon bike two and three caught up and we settled into a sixty or so mph pace to allow the others to catch up. Cruising along checking the mirrors we looked for a headlight that never came, fifty, forty five we slowed and eventually got to the intersection at Lake Placid, pulled over the three of us were getting a bad feeling as a jeep pulled up and said "Hey! one of your buddy's is hurt back there"................ SHIT!!!!!.... I remember looking at my watch, 8:45
We hauled ass several miles back and came upon the debris field, this 24 year old had been riding with us several months and was quite talented, he had a Suzuki SV650 his Dad was riding behind him on his ST1100. They said he got into a "Tank-Slapper" at aroung 110 mph, he went airborn. As I stopped he was in the ditch screaming in pain, his head on Dad's lap, bones sticking through his leathers and bleeding. I went 100 yards one way, Harry 100 yards the other and used our Nextel 2-ways to direct traffic around, two lane road. At 100 yards I could still hear him on occasion.
A highway patrol car appeared in the distance and sirens came into hearing range one after the other, within fifteen minutes there was two Troopers, a firetruck and a couple ambulances. He still layed in the ditch as they tried to stabilize and make him more comfortable. About half hour went by and a helicopter landed on the road, few moments later they actually turned the chopper off. That's never a good thing to hear, they finally loaded him aboard, it was 11:15, traffic was backed up for miles far as I could see.
Before the chopper got out of sight two Troopers approached the dad and told him his kid didn't make it, he immediately turned slugged me in the arm and said "Thanks to you my kid is dead, you could have stopped at any other restaurant in Okeechobee".......................................
I'll never forget that. I understand everytime someone dies someone else is responsible and it's common to strike out at the nearest thing, he worked at the bike shop here saturdays and I have seen him many times since, he has never took me aside and apologized for doing that. He knows it bothered me bad enough that I quit riding that bike and bought another one soon after that day. He quit showing up for sunday morning rides that morning. I settled in and slowed down from a 200 mph Blackbird to a 150 mph ST 1300.
A couple years later the need for speed overtook me again so I bought a new CBR 1000 RR, a friend that had been on that dreaded ride bought a new GXXR 1000. We went riding by ourself all day racing out west, he wasn't used to this kind of power, everytime we stopped I had to remind him to keep his foot on the rear brake pedal to control the front end rise from acceleration, he finally got the idea by the end of the day. The next week I lined up next to an Aprillia at the traffic light on a double road, that made four of us waiting for it to turn green. I can do a hell of a holeshot, took off and saw them in my mirrors doing wheely's, next thing I knew my pal on the new GXXR was airborne, he nailed it in 2nd gear trying to catch me and it bucked his ass off the back. He landed doing about fifty with parts flying off the bike and took a hard hit on his head, was wearing full gear, no visable injury's. We scraped up the pieces and went on before any law arrived.
It almost made me sick to my stomach, couldn't eat breakfast, all I could think of was that kid a few years ago all over again. I got rid of that bike soon after and bought the 919, if someone gets hurt keeping up with me on that bike shame on them. Maybe it's the Dad in me maybe not but it does hurt inside seeing people crash in my mirror keeping up.
Leading Group Rides, Responsible OrNot?.............