How I survived my fall(crash), Sadly my Flight 187 didn't make it.....

"Flight 187"

It was on a calm Saturday November 17th 2013. On a quest to NkoaNkoa Hospital for Charity works.

Riding on a Saturday on Tzaneen route from Polokwane is best experience any bike can wish for. I was chilled that day practicing my Wheelie along the way at the back of the pack. All went fine till the curves of Magoeskloof. I remember I was following Les Boogie around those curves. best experience I had with that bike, it was beautiful... We arrived in Tzaneen, Filling up the tanks at Sasol Garage before we took Phalaborwa Road. Then we got back and embarked on our journey, we then came accross a four-way stop in tarrental, we turned to our right facing the road to Nkoankoa hospital, I then did a Power wheelie.. quick pick on the speedo I doing +120km/h, for more than 5 seconds the wheelie was fine till I slide back the seat because I didn't initially position myself, and unintentionally pulled the Throttle some more, taking my wheelie 90 degrees up. Damn that Was unexpected, then within seconds the bike was out of control. I had no choice but to let go. The time I started disintegrated with the bike I had two things in my mind,"I can't die now I don't even have a baby, I can't leave my family now they looking up to me". Then I touched the ground, my eyes were open from the time I was in the Air until I finished rolling, I wanted to capture every moment. I lived an extreme sport life most of my life, in 2005 I lost half of my two teeth as they have crowns now. So that must have played part to my reflexes. I positioned myself so I land on my arms and roll the same time. Sadly I landed more on the left hand than the right so I bruised something in there. but I managed to come to rest just 2,5 Meters from where the bike landed. My bike was in pieces, there was oil everywhere and smoke. I stood there and watch as they take it of the road, and Les Boogie asked are you okay? I responded": F**K, I crashed my bike again just before Sapa6". 

I made it through the crash, They towed the bike and too me to hospital just to check if all is well. I was okay but emotionally deteriorated. I thought of the decision I made to wheelie up the hill on a high speed, I thought of regrets, with bandages on my wounds. And I said to myself, I ain't dead yet, so life goes on. I then took General Bruno GXSR 1000 to ride back home. I was alone then. From NkoaNkoa to Polokwane on Sekgopo Route alone, with no fear and pain everywhere. I rode pass the place I crashed at, I stopped there and wondered... then again I said to myself let the journey continues. Ride on.... I rode that bike to its optimum doing 299km/h, I was in Polokwane in no time. I Parked the Gixxer and I took a shower, after I called my family and told them the story, we laughed it off and said life goes on.... I took a break just to heal, and sadly I had to postpone my idea of going back to gym. Most of people asked me if I'll ride again, and I told them yes... I'll ride again.... and I'll live the dream.....

I am Jay Bee. I've been riding for four years(with Sapa Yopa Mcc). I'll keep on riding as long as I have that ability in me. My worst experience was when I hit a cow in the middle of the night with my first bike, carrying a pillion. What made it worse was that it was the same day I collected my Bike from a repairs after some Idiot crashed into a Police van with it... I was arrested for negligence riding and released four hours later. That was my first time in a police Van and then after release it was my first time in an ambulance as I had to go for check up in medi-clinic Polokwane, in case of internal bleeding and fractures. I was fine said Dr Tshikudzi, he just gave me painkiller injection. Since my first fall in 2011 ( "It was wheeling, not intentional" ), I have had three more falls, Hit and run by some idiot, hit a cow and dropping my wheelie my last one. I was born a rider... my first motorcycle ride was back in 2001, with a four wheeler then 2009 with a 150cc.

"LIVE THE DREAM"