Ok, so remember the joke about trying to kill my friends a few posts earlier? Seems a bit ironic now, don't you think?

Kenny got up and walked away from a low side crash on a decreasing radius 15 MPH turn on 89A in Sedona yesterday. Put his Ninja over as far as it would go before the tires caught the cinders and sent him sliding into a cliff side, his bike into pieces, and our day into a bit of chaos.

To his credit, although he went in too hot, he held on as long as he could. And any crash you walk away from is a good lesson. Expensive, but good.

His bike, totalled. Exploded into parts and plastic and has a football sized dent in the frame. Amazing what hitting the dirt at just 30MPH or so can do. More amazing what hitting a rock wall at 15MPH or so can do.

The bike landed on his head. You can see the paint across the tail.

He was in his Joe Rocket race-ready leather jacket, padded riding pants, but sans boots. His shoes were strewn across the road with the remains of his bike, and when I rode up to the site, I was nervous he lost his damn feet. It's like they say, you don't dress for the ride. You dress for the crash. Unfortunately, we BOTH forgot our boots in Cali. Fortunately, all ankles emerged intact.

The part that sucks most? Just last week: new tires, chain, decals, body work, paint, etc. All toast.

Anyone need any bike parts?

Good thing I don't have to ask if you need people parts.

We're all happy he's still with us. Now slow the fuck down. Or take up knitting. Extreme knitting even.

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