“It takes a tremendous amount of poise to see a situation with no good outcome, and have the guts to jump off a bike going that quickly.”
Not really. Harrowing but it’s irresistible instinct.
Takes a tremendous amount of dumbassery to get yourself in that situation in the first place.
But yeah, given where he was at that point in time, good show!
Badass
“Maverick Viñales”
“I feel the need....the need for brakes!”
Something weird about this story. MotoGP bikes, and bikes in general, have independent systems for rear and front brakes. It’s hard to imagine a single failure that would effect both systems. However even if both failed, dumping the bike still seems like a bad idea. Simply releasing the throttle and pulling the clutch is going to cause the bike to slow, not to mention downshifting. Seems like a panic move, but it’s hard to see the corner that was coming up.
Now do the TRUMP TRAIN (no brakes!)
I found a large screw in my rear tire so I unscrewed it out and it hels air so I forgot about it.
2 days later I opened it up to about 110 mph.
Suddenly I felt like I was driving on glare ice. The centrifugal force caused the screwholw to open up and release all the pressure at once. The slower I went the worse 5hings got until at around 60mph I was nearly sideways and knew I was going down. I was wearing shorts and was in big trouble and decided is rather go down on gravel than asphalt so I got it on the shoulder where the bike instantly straightened out as the flat tire dragged and I was able to get stopped.
37 years later I still ride but only so very conservatively. I want to survive having fun dangit.