Posted by
Crescen7(Regis Matejcik) on Monday, August 18, 2008 9:06:29 AM
A beautiful summer morning in Austin Texas. Bright sunshine, light breeze, only about 78 degrees on it's way to a late afternoon in the mid 90's. Sitting at a traffic light atop the spiffy looking black Suzuki Katana 750, the casual observer wouldn't guess the helmeted rider to be a grey haired geezer. One more traffic light and a quick left turn into the office would bring me back to the real world of running a construction company. Damn, can't think of any reason to stretch out this ride. At least the high price of gas had one benefit - rediscovering the enjoyment of motor cycles.
As a 19 year old college student, I bought my first motorcycle. A used Honda 1970 cb-350. It was a single cylinder motor with a brick like suspension and what seemed like wooden brakes. Several of my friends also acquired motorcycles. We spent a great deal of time honing our motorcycle skills. We tried to get our underpowered flat framed bikes to wheelie - and we actually could get the front wheels to come up - a little - with a lot of effort. Just the same, we all got pretty good at basic skills, and eventually our motorcycles felt more like extensions of ourselves rather than like vehicles. We all came to some interesting conclusions. One, although we were all college age males that enjoyed frequent weekend binge drinking - we all agreed unanimously that riding a motorcycle and drinking alcohol were totally incompatible. We all agreed that "not even one" beer was acceptable. All but one of us always wore a helmet. Our favorite answer to the question why we wore helmets was to ask the questioner to, "as lightly as you can, scrape your forehead against the curb - then ask me again."
For several years I rode motorcycles as a primary source of transportation. Funny, but motorcycling by choice is much more fun, than motorcycling by necessity. I recall the frequently quick changing weather in Northeast Ohio in the fall and spring. For those that haven't experienced it, riding at freeway speeds during light snowfall with only a light jacket and gloves is excruciatingly painful. After graduating, motorcycling became a secondary interest, then at about 32, I sold what was my third motorcycle, and didn't look for a replacement. I thought I was through with motorcycles, and after about 50,000 miles, I'd never crashed. Not bad.
For the next 15 years I rarely thought about motorcycles. Perhaps a fleeting thought in the spring when I saw a two wheeler carving a hill country road, but other than that, I was a confirmed "cager." It's probably worth while mentioning that the skills required to survive riding a motorcycle transfer to driving a car. Over the following 20 years I've driven more than a million miles without an auto accident. There are several times that I remember stopping, swerving, or therwise avoiding collisions because of the driving habits I developed as a "biker."
Then came Katrina. Gas went from $1.50 to $3.00 a gallon over night. It seems that within weeks the streets of Austin Texas were crowded with odd looking motorized two wheel contraptions called "scooters." The prevelance of these scooters, and $3.00 gas piqued my curiosity. I checked out the local Vespa dealer. The sales rep explained that they were got over 60 miles per gallon, and were easy to drive. Then he showed me a model that retailed for about $4,000 bucks and had a top speed of around 40 mph.
I thought, gee - I know I can get a decent used motorcycle for under 2k, and it will sure go faster than 40 mph. Having done a good deal of street riding in the past, I couldn't imagine being in traffic, on two wheels, and not having the power and acceleration to escape close calls with cars and trucks. At that moment, I became a biker again. Within hours I was on Ebay looking for the best deals.
Found an 10 year old Kawasaki Vulcan that had some minor mechanical issues for under $1,000.00. After a new battery, plugs, and some carb work, the Vulcan ran like a champ. On the first ride I was immediately surprised by the smooth shifting, the great suspension, and the increased throttle response, compared to the old standards I used to ride. It was great to ride again. With a helmet on, I was 19 again.
After riding for a several months, I noticed that many people were now riding "sport bikes." Sometimes called "crotch rockets", they have an aggresive forward riding position. The rider appears to almost lay across the gas tank, it looks terribly uncomfortable. I couldn't help noticing that sport riders seemed to have a lot of fun. Also, they mostly looked much more athletic. I became curious, and eventually bought the
750 Katana.
First ride on the Katana was amazing. Keep in mind this is a fairly mild and modest sport bike by current standards. At about 90 horse power, it has a top speed of around 135 mph. The riding position was amazingly comfortable, the agility of the bike and its acceleration were fantastic. The bike turned with the slightest of pressure and the throttle response was immediate. On top of that, the fully faired wind protection made it almost immune to wind blasts. In about 5 months I rode the Katana about 4,000 miles.
It was great. Gas was now at almost $4 a gallon. No big deal. The Katana averaged about 44 mpg and was a blast to ride. Having fun, saving money, and curing global warming - could it get any better?
Then came that fateful morning which started this way too long blog post.
The light changed from red to green. Two cars ahead of me in the left lane of a 5 lane (middle turning lane) city street, two blocks from my office. The first car takes off and shifts to the right lane, the car in front of me changes to the "turning lane" to the left. Suddenly, an elderly man leaving the post office pulls out perpendicular to traffic and stops blocking both the turning lane and my lane of travel. With only about 50 feet between me and the car, my only option was to brake hard.
Not good, brakes locked, skidded on two locked tires into the side of the car sitting perpendicular to traffic. Becoming a great example of Newtons laws of motion, the Katana stopped immediately. I, however, continued my forward motion without the slightest slow down, I was launched airborn over the car landing about 20 feet beyond the impact, and sliding another 50 feet or so along the asphalt until coming to a stop. Lying face up in the street, I opened my eyes to see a deep blue Texas sky rather than St. Peter. Every bone in my body hurt, but as I mentally inventoried my limbs, torso, and head, I found no breaks in either skin or bone. Daze, I got to my feet, took off my helmet, and heard the words of a motorist that had stopped to render aid:
"Are you ok ?" He asked as he simutaneously dialed 911 on his cell phone.
"I think so" I answered in a bit of a surprised tone.
Thanks to a good helmet, a good Joe Rocket armored jacket, decent boots, and good gloves - not to mention my own dedication to physical conditioning, I had several deep bruises - but no major injuries.
Unfortunately, many people have made similar decisions when faced with high gas prices or concerns about the environment. Sales of scooters, motorcycles, and very small cars have risen dramatically in the past 6 months. All of these vehicles are gas and environmentally friendly, but are significantly more dangerous than traditional autos. Many new motorcyclists are over 40 and have no prior experience. Many are physically out of shape. Lacking developed skills and conditioning, many of these people will needlessly die violent tragic deaths due to our lack of a coherent energy policy, and the foolish preoccupation with global warming.
Last month, a middle aged Austin resident proudly completed the Motorcycle Safety Foundation course, bought a new Honda, bragged of his upcoming savings of gas and the environment, and died in a crash on Interstate 35.
Two days ago, Professor Miles Coburn of John Carroll University, was killed while riding his bicycle on a State Highway in Ohio. Dr. Coburn was an strong believer in man made Global Warming. It often lectured and argued the evils of carbon emissions to his students and colleagues. He habitually rode his bicycle 50 to 100 miles a week for the benefit of the planet. He too, is now dead.
The "Peace at any Price" crowd has often chanted, "No blood for oil !"
The question, however that the peaceniks need to answer is:
How much more blood must we spill due to the lack of oil ?