Broken, but not for good.

In the end, my crash resulted in a broken wrist, dislocated shoulder, and a lot of bruises and gashes. It took an agonizing forty five minutes for the ambulance to arrive and drag me off to the hospital for surgery that night. I had managed to take out a pole and sign during my fall, but miraculously, the bike was almost unharmed. The windshield was obliterated, shattered into fifty pieces in the bushes around me. Some plastic was broken or heavily torn up. One piece had melted to the exhaust. And my handlebars were partially broken off.

All in all, ninety percent of the damage was to plastic. The bike still starts, still runs, and I'm sure is still ridable except for the handle bar damage. Not bad for a major wreck! But getting back on the bike is another thing entirely. My throttle wrist took some serious punishment, and as result is now held together by a plate, four screws, and four pins. I probably have another month before I can hope to ride on that. My shoulder has another six weeks of recovery itself, so riding is out of the question until about the time that the weather gets too cold for riding. Great.

The way I figure it, I'm looking at about seventy five bucks in REAL damage, and another six hundred in very expensive plastic. So the F650 may soon have a big change in appearance, since I can't even vaguely justify that kind of money for aesthetics. My next task is to figure out how I can make a very distinct bike look nice without its plastic shell. And of course, to heal enough to get back on the pavement.