So here was my accident. Completely, totally... my fault.
I was cruising the back country hills on the 1200RT on a road frequently taken by sports bikers to test their limits. I've been through it a million times both on the GSXR and the BMW. I was in a long, uphill sweeper going full throttle, at about 110 when I found myself on the outside of the curve. I was thinking about something else. At some point I realized I was going off the road, and figured hopefully I could ride it out.
The small asphault drainage curb was enough to launch my bike in the air, and fling it about 100 feet, and me too. I landed about 100 feet away from the impact zone, flipped a few times on the pavement, and watched my bike spiral on the pavement, emitting a shower of sparks, and finally hitting a large rock face on the other side of the road, 500 feet away, exploding in to pieces and burning up. The impact of the launch was enough to shear the side cases off the frame. They were still back at the launch point. One cylinder of the engine was sheared off. There are pieces of that bike on the side of the road to this day, and this was just over ten years ago.
I got up, and I'm thinking... holy carp, I'm still alive! I had an armored mesh jacket on, heavy pants, riding boots, gloves and a full face helmet. I was able to stand up. I was bleeding all over the place, and noticed that the clutch lever was embedded in my side, so I pulled it out.
My first instinct was to get the hell out of there and clean up the mess. A car finally passed by and stopped, and he drove me to a gas station about three miles away. People were going like "That guy needs an ambulance!" And I'm going "No, I don't need an ambulance!" Then I got really dizzy, sat down, and woke up in an ambulance.
I didn't break anything. I had major lacerations, some road rash, massive blunt force trauma, and spent three days in the ER. It took months to fully recover. The face of my helmet was ground off pretty good but it held. I apparently set some kind of record at the hospital, in that it was the worst accident they ever saw someone live through.
Oh yeah, I had some 'splaining to do on my next 3rd class medical. Well, and to the CHP motor officer who found me in the ER. I'm not sure which was worse, the FAA or the CHP. Both let me off.