After 17200 kilometres and 5 weeks of riding on our expedition of Persia and Middle-East it had ended just 800kilometres before home in Poland, where reckless fully tatooed young polish driver kicked us out of the road...
Like via life's irony - just on the last day if we wanted to get home in the evening someone just finishes everything for you, on very bad way...
It was more than 100kph speed, the car hit us by rapidly trying to push itself out of the row of cars from left of us, so we changed instantly about 30 degree angle from direct line we were heading off the road and we flyed about 20 metres, slided on tarmac, then on to road side and rolled off the road, few times bike rolled over us. In the end I flyed about additional 5 metres off the bike, Kariina (my girlfriend) was left under the bike when i ran back to bike to help, fuel flowed from gas tank to her and to hot exhaust and cylinders... With my blood of full of adrenaline fully loaded bike felt like air-light to lift off alone from her. She was half unconcious there.
We are really lucky people - just few metres away there was strong trees we flyed between them. If we'd hit them i'd not be here writing this. Even if to exclude this we are lucky - no bone brakes after lot of x-rays (Kariina went directly to hospital), the protective gear did it's job well and i thank Caja Sahel till the rest of my life - the panniers didn't give up on this outrageous speed to hit the ground with full force and rolling on the weight of the bike - they protected our legs on sliding on tarmac till road side, if there were plastic, Zegas with quickly removable mounts or soft panniers we'd have certanly had been in hospital now with broken legs. Panniers stood at the place till the end and i'm amazed how they resisted that much. Plastics or any other quickly removable panniers would have been broken into hundred pieces on the first hit onto the road, not counting the sliding and rolling of the bike.
But the contusion shock was very high - we're both in bad condition now. It's hard to move, everything hurts on every move. My father and brother came to Poland with car to pick us up with the bike. Home since yesterday.
Almost nothing is left from our beloved GS. Front is completely broken, paralever is with cracks, 41L fuel tank is broken, frame bent... Only engine seems to be OK part what's left. This probably means the end of motorcycling i love for unknown time... I've invested all my student's loans and all the money i earned aside the school to this bike and passion travelling together with Kariina. Half of the loans need still paying, repairing it seems impossible or outrageously expensive. Altough it's car driver's fault i'm sure this damned Polish driver don't want to give any money to insurance to cover all this up, because it's Poland afterall - animal traffic culture and insurance companies are already in problems there...
So the future is very dark for me... At least for few years i'm financially completely dead because this bike is my only real fortune. Probably have to quit university and find fulltime job. Doctors wanted to go on further inspections, will do that near days. So far i'm emotionally and physically very exhausted...
Life is like chicken ladder, short and full of shit... Ride safe, Margus
Like via life's irony - just on the last day if we wanted to get home in the evening someone just finishes everything for you, on very bad way...
It was more than 100kph speed, the car hit us by rapidly trying to push itself out of the row of cars from left of us, so we changed instantly about 30 degree angle from direct line we were heading off the road and we flyed about 20 metres, slided on tarmac, then on to road side and rolled off the road, few times bike rolled over us. In the end I flyed about additional 5 metres off the bike, Kariina (my girlfriend) was left under the bike when i ran back to bike to help, fuel flowed from gas tank to her and to hot exhaust and cylinders... With my blood of full of adrenaline fully loaded bike felt like air-light to lift off alone from her. She was half unconcious there.
We are really lucky people - just few metres away there was strong trees we flyed between them. If we'd hit them i'd not be here writing this. Even if to exclude this we are lucky - no bone brakes after lot of x-rays (Kariina went directly to hospital), the protective gear did it's job well and i thank Caja Sahel till the rest of my life - the panniers didn't give up on this outrageous speed to hit the ground with full force and rolling on the weight of the bike - they protected our legs on sliding on tarmac till road side, if there were plastic, Zegas with quickly removable mounts or soft panniers we'd have certanly had been in hospital now with broken legs. Panniers stood at the place till the end and i'm amazed how they resisted that much. Plastics or any other quickly removable panniers would have been broken into hundred pieces on the first hit onto the road, not counting the sliding and rolling of the bike.
But the contusion shock was very high - we're both in bad condition now. It's hard to move, everything hurts on every move. My father and brother came to Poland with car to pick us up with the bike. Home since yesterday.
Almost nothing is left from our beloved GS. Front is completely broken, paralever is with cracks, 41L fuel tank is broken, frame bent... Only engine seems to be OK part what's left. This probably means the end of motorcycling i love for unknown time... I've invested all my student's loans and all the money i earned aside the school to this bike and passion travelling together with Kariina. Half of the loans need still paying, repairing it seems impossible or outrageously expensive. Altough it's car driver's fault i'm sure this damned Polish driver don't want to give any money to insurance to cover all this up, because it's Poland afterall - animal traffic culture and insurance companies are already in problems there...
So the future is very dark for me... At least for few years i'm financially completely dead because this bike is my only real fortune. Probably have to quit university and find fulltime job. Doctors wanted to go on further inspections, will do that near days. So far i'm emotionally and physically very exhausted...
Life is like chicken ladder, short and full of shit... Ride safe, Margus