Car accidents: 2
Motorcycle accidents: 5
So, my mom is right, motorcycle riding is dangerous. That's why I never told her...
Thanks to The Powers That Be, I haven't been seriously injured yet, and so far none of the accidents stopped me from re-mounting the bike. It won't be different this time, the healing and repair process might take a little, but I can't wait to get back in the saddle.
Here are some of the incidents:
Acquaintance with a camper van:
In Southern France a trailer tried to pass us, while I was riding pillion on our Beemer. The left luggage case and left foot peg got ripped off during impact, but we kept upright, and I only suffered from a bruised left foot.
Over-estimating my riding skills:
The worst accident I had participating in a trial course meant to improve my off-road skills. I overturned the throttle trying to negotiate a steep sand hill. I did a back flip, and the fall knocked the wind out of me. I bruised my rib cage, and had difficulties breathing for the rest of the day.
I flipped the Swing slipping on an oil/grease spot in the parkade.
Also once, I had a low speed drop on wet tram tracks on my way to work, got some bruises and scratched my Vespa.
This time it wasn't lack of skills or fatigue, and I also was properly geared up. Yet, I am still pondering on what I could have done differently.
One lesson learned: I will never ride Hwy 1 on a busy Saturday morning ever again!
My luck: I didn't drive faster than my Guardian Angel could fly!