I got nailed earlier. I believe that I have been going through the 5 stages of grief all day, as my riding season was cut unexpectedly short. Hit and ran while sitting at a stop sign, listening to tunes.The first emotion I ran through was denial. It actually started before the asshole hit me, because I saw it coming. I had just rolled up to the sign, across the way a pickup arrived just after me, so I hesitated a moment to clarify that he wasn't going to go first. It was this time that I heard the car approaching from my left; where I intended to turn soon.And by heard, I mean I saw as soon as I heard, because he was fucking flying. Black sedan; I think an Acura. Was probably doing 50 when he hit his breaks just shy of the intersection. I don't think he was trying to drift; its just an unfortunate side effect of driving like an asshole. No plates, no model, and the deputy that responded didn't even waste his breath telling me they'd find him.The second emotion that ran through my mind was anger. This started shortly after he hit the bike. It escalated to fury as her tore off right after I popped up. I could almost read his mind that "oh he's alive", and "I bet he's pissed", and a small part of me is glad he ran because I may have torn him a new asshole in the face if I had gotten him out of the car.After he's gone, the bargaining set in. I had to prioritize. First I checked my body and I got LUCKY. Lucky like a leprechaun. He hit the front of the bike, essentially squashing the front tire, probably fucking the forks; but nothing past it beyond a level, light and barend were damaged. The frame sliders I put on paid off and kept the body of the ground. Once I knew I was fine, I immediately got to work trying to lift the bike up. At this point, there's a dozen cars behind and around me as I'm blocking the turn lane of a frequently used intersection. There's a half dozen guys, including the truck guy from when I first rolled up to the intersection. Once they see that I'm dead set on getting the bike up, they give me a hand and we pop it up. It took 4 of us to get it off the road, as the front tired didn't do anything other than turn side to side, slightly. No rolling, no nothing. After I got it off the road, it was a boring two hours of calling the boss, the parents, the insurance agent, and the boss again when I tell him that he can scrap bringing a ramp sing a non rolling front tire means there's no fucking way we're lifting it into a truck bed.Insurance sends me a tow truck, and I am lucky enough to get to work 2 hours late; with a stiff and scraped knee and actually kind of kill it at work. By the time I'm halfway through my shift I had switched from bargaining to sadness. This will most likely end any real riding this season as in a month or so the weather will definitely be turning to shit around here. But I'm also grappling with how damn close I came to losing a leg. It shattered the spoke on the tire. Sheared it. I know EXACTLY what that could've done to my leg, and I'm damned lucky to be walking tonight.By the time I finish writing this up, I imagine they bruising will be starting to set up nicely, and I will have accepted that there'll be no more riding for a while, and I hope for the quickest recovery possible for my girl. I welcome any and all advice about dealing with repairs, insurance companies, and dealing with not riding which I'm sure will affect me. I bought it new not even 2 months ago, my first modern upgrade to the 30 year old bike I rode previously. I hope to hell insurance deems to fix it. The damage seems very localized and I hope to return it to the dealership I've had maintenance done at.And if by some happenstance you live in the 98208 zip code, and by some even greater coincidence knows the asshole who nailed "Iron Man", I'd love to find them. This was not just accidental, there was a degree of negligence and idiocy that I don't see everyday, and I work in a kitchen. It's felony hit and run in WA, and I would love the justice boner from taking a driver like that off the streets.TLDR: Got hit, got sad, now I'm without my love for an indeterminate amount of time, but the upside is that if I'm still hot tomorrow, I may win the lottery.The Damage via /r/motorcycles https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/di3sw9/i_was_in_the_wrong_place_at_the_wrong_time_and/?utm_source=ifttt
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