Something bad happened
Last Sunday I was out for an evening ride to Bear Mountain, and it didn’t go as planned. I took a low speed low-side spill near Tarrytown. I was apexing a slow left hand twisty and the front end just let go. I’m guessing it was gravel, or something in the road. The bike and I slid into the guard rail. As much as it sucks, I still feel lucky to have walked away with only minor injuries.

The Ducati, however, is apparently done. These are some snaps from Saturday, when I went to the tow yard to retrieve my license plate and EZ-pass from the bike. It actually doesn’t look like it is in that bad of shape considering that it hit the guard rail and bounced back into the road. Anyway, I loved this bike. It has brought me a lot of joy, and I was very sad to see her in this condition. I’m hoping that she will go on to be someone’s superstar track bike.

The puncture wound in my quad. So much for marathon training. :/

While driving to the tow yard to retrieve my plate, I stopped at the spot where I crashed to gather my clutch handle from the roadside. I had seen it laying in the gravel as I was being loaded into the ambulance. I picked up this, along with some pieces of my helmet and my shifter. Keepsakes from an event that could have been much worse, I suppose.

A moment of silence for Preta.