Don’t hurt another rider, and destroy their passion.

Thirteen Christmases ago I asked my parents for a dirt bike. My parents did the best they could with a low income budget and bought me a Ruby red bicycle that year.
That bicycle took me too and from work on warm days, and cold days. Two Christmases later I saved up enough money and bought my first car.
Eleven years later I’m still living the same life style, pay check to pay check. However, the morals my parents raised me with will last a life time. I make sure my bills are paid, gifts are under the tree, and there is food in my refrigerator for my family.
On November 5, 2017 I went to the track. Listened to the rules and regulations of the track guidelines. About three sessions in I started to feel alive on the track. I passed a couple riders on the straight stretch. Flying into turn one around 100mph, hitting the apex smooth and clean, I headed towards the exit cones. I started to think about turn two; when instantly I felt the rear ending of my bike exploded from underneath me. It felt like an untamed stampede hitting the whole left side of my body, ejecting me off my motorcycle and onto the pavement. Slamming the ground, immediately thinking I’m going to die. I just hit that turn at 100mph, I’m in the middle of the track, who is going to hit me. As I hit and slid down the middle of the track. Every time my body would slam the ground and go back up in the air I would try to grab the ground and pull myself closer to the edge of the track. I watch my motorcycle slide into the grass, nose dive over itself, and land back on its other side sliding back into the track. It was like watching your home burn too the ground, or your dog running into the middle of the road while traffic was coming. I finally stop sliding and bouncing off the ground, it felt like I would never stop, I crawled off the track. I stood up and thanked God I was alive after something like that.
When track officials came to the accident to find out what happen, I told them “I don’t know, I was just exiting turn 1, following the line and getting ready to enter turn two..” when the other rider approached us saying “I’m sorry I went off the track, I didn’t have control of my
motorcycle, I went off the track into the grass and I tried to come back on the track and I hit her. I just had a new race throttle put in right before the track and I’m not use to it yet.” The track official looked at the rider with wide eyes after hearing what he had just told us and told him that he was responsible for my damages. The rider complied, stating that my bike was new and mint, and that he messed up destroying my motorcycle.
Later I contacted the rider who had hit me, and he avoided me, wouldn’t answer my calls, or text me back. He received my certified mailed motorcycle quote that I paid for out of pocket for the damages he caused.
He finally texted me after a track official had called him and told him he needed to take care of his responsibilities that he caused for my motorcycle. He had texted me letting me know that he doesn’t feel responsible for taking care of my motorcycle, and that he wasn’t mentally stable that day.
I had found out that this rider lives in over a million dollar home. That his motorcycle is repaired, back up and running. He told me too file it against my insurance if I wanted it fixed. I am not going to commit insurance fraud. I did not have insurance that covers the track and wasn’t made aware until after that track day that some insurance companies offers track day coverages.
I also do not have big pockets so I couldn’t run to the doctors and pay cash for my neck, back, shoulder, knee,?butt and wrist pain that I still have too this day.
While my bike is destroyed, every pieces of plastic ruined, every levers snapped, forks bent, frame bent and every aftermarket part I personally put on is demolished. All of my race gear destroyed, suit, boots, gloves, and helmet.
I had bought a brand new 2015 motorcycle for my birthday in 2016. I had put on almost 19,000miles on her. I rode all of the east coast alone by myself. Mountains in New York, North Carolina, Virginia, Tennessee and so much more. Where I was able to meet so many different riders who have touched my heart. I didn’t beat my bike, I didn’t miss treat her, I didn’t let others ride her, I personally did all the work on her myself. I wanted to learn more. I wanted to grow as a rider.
I was proud of the fact I could get on my bike and enjoy it for a mountain cruise or a track day. I was so proud of the fact that other riders trusted me to teach them how to ride, or lead big groups. Even helping riders pick up their bike after they dropped their motorcycle. I would be there for other rider after they had gone down letting them know it was ok, we all go down. I was passionate for riding and was always trying too inspire others too find the same passion for this sport. That owning a motorcycle wasn’t just for the look but for the feeling.
My riding came to a sudden unexpected stop, not for my own error but another riders error. For me to physically, mentally, and financially suffer. I had try to reach out to the riding organizations for help, but they didn’t want any bother instead they wanted to blame someone else. Still leaving my bike destroyed and my love for riding dwindling. I have this heart ache with such a passion for riding for it too all be taken away from me. I have lost my passion for riding. I have lost my passion for people.
With this up coming season approaching us quickly please ride with an organization who truly cares about their riders. Please ride with people you trust. Please buy safe gear. Please look into insurances that covers track days. Please follow rules and regulations of the track, and if you make a mistake it’s ok, it’s apart of life just own up too it and take responsibility.
I was new too this bike life, track life, it all. I still had a lot to learn, and will never have all the right answers or know everything.
So thank you Joe Scorch for taking this away from me and leaving me with a motorcyclist heart ripped out and her bike destroyed. This season don’t have this type of soul. Don’t hurt another rider, and destroy their passion.
Ride safe and Merry Christmas