Preparations for Icel…no not really.

I lied, this won’t be a post about my preparations for Iceland. It’s still too early for that. I low-sided (crashed) my motorbike. More than a month ago. I wish I had a video for that, but the camera cut out ten seconds before the moment mentioned. Just my luck. Long story short, I hit a patch of ice and the rear tire slid out from under me. It all happened quite quickly and I still cannot recall events very well. It wasn’t too bad though, I got up and rode the bike off to breakfast with some friends. Mostly cosmetic damage and pride. I have most of it fixed up now. Right after that, I gave back the plate. No point spending money on something I won’t be using for the next 3 months (yes it was insured until February). Here’s most of the damage I found out later that the signal light also broke off):

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Yesterday was the first time I went riding since that day. No, my bike isn’t fixed and back on the road just yet. Out of the garage came my brother’s Honda CBR125. A far cry from the Monster 696 I’d been riding the past year. We kept the insurance on the Honda because here in Vancouver, under 401cc bikes are pretty cheap in terms of insurance. Both excited and concerned, I bulked up on the layers and gear. Full gear. Boots, pants, jacket, gloves, helmet. Won’t be wearing jeans while riding for a while (not just cause it’s cold, the possibility of road rash is still very real to me).  The Honda CBR125 is a fun little bike, underpowered compared to the 696. Yet, still fun to ride. I didn’t find it very hard to re-adjust to it. It does feel a little narrow though. 

I took the Honda to work since it’s cheaper than taking the the Canada Line (public transit). Getting there wasn’t all that bad, felt a little bit rusty. Made it to work and felt pretty good. Going back home on the other hand…that was a different story. I get off work after it gets dark and the first thing I notice when I get to the bike is frost. Frost. That means things are cold enough for water to freeze. I was worried. I’d hate to crash again. Long story short, I made it home. Can’t say I was in a very happy frame of mind most of the way though. Yes, I was happy being on a bike. There’s just something special about having a whole lane to play with (also changing lanes is so much easier). However, most of my mind was focused on scanning any possible threats in front. Any patches of ice? I’m terrified of those now. Hard leans? Terrifying. I’ll have to see how I feel when the weather is warmer and I get more grip on the roads. For now though, the crash seems to have shaken my confidence in making turns. That or it’s the fear of ice.


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