Tootal (Greg Campbell) was hit by an F350 in Missouri while on his way home from Colorado. He has a broken arm, leg and rib; all on his right side.
I just spoke to him and he's in pretty good spirits, in spite of his injuries.
Greg has been a lot of help to me over the past few years. He definitely displays the helpful Spirit that's so predominant on Badweb.
I think a shower of Get Well cards would be a very good thing. When I had my heart surgery, I found that getting cards helped boost my morale considerably.
Greg is the guy who fixed Froggy's starter vwith Super glue down at Two Wheels of Suches. He also hauled a washer and drier to Cincinnati from Saint Louis to give to me when I bought my house.
His address is:
Greg Campbell 86 Lou Rosa Dr. Collinsville, IL 62234-5533
The driver of the truck admitted he was at fault, so I think Greg will be OK as far as expenses go. However; I think it's going to take some time before he recovers.
First thanks for all the good wishes and kind words. I've always loved the comradery of the BadWeb. Sharing experiences make everybody better informed. I went to my Ortho yesterday and got excellent news. First to clarify, my arm wasn't broken but my collarbone was so either it's a pain in my shoulder! My Tibia is broken just below the knee. Fresh x-rays say it's aligned perfectly. The collarbone is close enough to not need surgery! So great news, no surgery required! The bad news is 6 more weeks in a knee brace and a sling. The details are that I was entering a roundabout and watching a trunk coming in from the right. He seemed to be slowing down so I thought he saw me. I was just starting to lean to the right to exit the roundabout and I see his left front fender coming right into my shoulder. I think the bumper hit my air cleaner and trashed the whole intake manifold/FI throttlebody. i just hit the pavement and slid. My gear worked as I had no road rash. Later in the ER the Missouri State Trooper came to interview me. He said I made quite and impression on the fender of an F350! So I'm pretty immobile but have help from friends, including a retired nurse. So at this point it's a goal to make Buelltoberfest!
I was around 15 to 20 I assume. I was far from scraping footboards for sure! The only thing that matters is I was in the roundabout long before he was therefore I had the right of way. He failed to yield, period.
Greg, Glad you are going to be good to go after a little bit of recovery time. Getting hit by another roadway user is one of my biggest fears when it comes to riding. Hope ya heal quickly!!
First and foremost I'm very glad you are alive! And I'm glad your injuries while serious, are recoverable. I pray for a speedy recovery for you!
Going down hurts, I've been there. It's the mental aspect that stays with you, at least it did for me. The pucker factor was there for awhile. It eventually went away, but I maintained an even higher sense of awareness afterwards. And the desire/willingness to run ninety miles an hour, five feet off someone's rear tire went away.
Given the fact that the other driver is at fault, hopefully your bike will be replaced and your out of pocket costs are minimal...
No. Here is an example. If you went 30 mph on 15 mph roundabout then the safe distance was twice bigger. The driver estimated the safe distance for 15 mph (smaller), not for 30 mph. If the distance at which the driver entered the roundabout was enough to maintain the safe distance assuming you moved no faster than the speed limit then the collision is your fault because of you moved faster than the speed limit and caused the accident.
The fact that you are not sure at which speed you rode on the roundabout means you do not pay attention the speed limit and this is a dangerous habit. I always know that I always go no faster than the speed limit because of I constantly monitor it and maintain it.
Tpehak: Greg, as the only one in this forum who was actually there, will have plenty of recovery time to analyze the how and why, and how it might have been prevented, but NOTHING in the example you cited above changes the fact that the driver entering the roundabout must yield to traffic in the roundabout. I had a truck do that to me a couple years ago while out "oiling" a disabled friends V92 before he could sell it. I was well under the roundabout speed and the truck did one of those start stop things just as I was transitioning from entry right to left. He just didn't see or hear me until he did that final check left before (not) entering. It scared me enough to jab the front and lock the rear. I skidded nice and slow with a slight lefty bias into the curb, at which point my momentum pitched me off the bike, but it wasn't enough to topple the bike. It just sat there at the curb leaning just far enough on the foot board to keep the back wheel spinning in the air. I was mad as heck that the driver just drove on by without even asking if I was OK, but no damage and no injury, so I got back on and went on with my day. I personally think roundabouts are more dangerous that intersections for bikes because drivers DONT stop to turn in.
Greg: I 'm glad to read your on the mend and hope to see you again at a future event.
Ipecac, Do you legally signal at all points approaching, entering, traversing, and exiting a roundabout? I doubt it. I do. I lived and rode in England for three and a half years. Driving slow in a roundabout is more dangerous than driving fast in one. I ran roundabouts at over 60 mph. These things in the States are a joke. Just like not being allowed or required to filter.
Oh, I signal and obey the rules on roundabouts, but they are new to this area, and can be deadly. My speed is based on traffic and traction judgment, I totally agree, Too slow is deadly.
Although I occasionally take an extra lap for giggles, if there's no traffic.
One near my buddy's house was put at a deadly intersection at the peak of a hill, that has claimed a lot of drunks over the years. Used to be a 4 way stop sign, no signal, and you can't see the cross street until you're right there.
Once the new circle was installed, there was a few months of nasty idiot accidents, including several drive straight through into the rock planter mass in the center. Once the locals got used to it, it is much safer than the old 4 way.
As to "filtering" aka lane splitting, If the state permits it, AND the drivers understand it happens, it's just very dangerous, not suicidal. Socal? Legal, and good luck. NY? Nope. No one expects it, and you can even get road rage vehicular homicide.
Since most drivers, ( I may be pessimistic ) don't even see motorcycles in light traffic, with lane splitting you are basically an invisible guy running between a stampede of cows. It's ALL on you to stay alive, no matter what the law says.
Greg: I got to sign the card last week at the Dinosaur and wished I could have sent you BBQ. Please keep us posted and let us know if there is anything our little community can be doing. We're all thinking of you and pulling for you.
Sorry to hear this, Greg. I'm pulling for you to mend well and be up and around soon. Too many drivers don't pay attention, making motorcycling more dangerous every day. The very best to you.
I tried to reply yesterday with my phone but it wouldn't post so I got my laptop today. Thanks for the cards! The first one I got was the one you signed Court. Along with some other nefarious characters! I liked Damnut renaming me Toobroken! Although considering by 2 broken bones maybe Twobroken would be more appropriate! Yesterday I got several more. Thanks again for the well wishes and I enjoy the humor.
----->>>Along with some other nefarious characters!
That was a scary event . . . most of the poor civilians in The Dinosaur were casual folks who simply enjoy BBQ. They had no idea they were in the presence of seasoned professionals.
You have a crowd that ranges from Crusty, who eats ribs like that Asian guy who has dominated the Coney Island Hot Dog contest for years, and doesn't even look at the list of sides. . . just mumbles "beans and beans and beans" to the waitress.
Jamie is the product of lots of miles, lots of meals and introduces a new level of sophistication having spent time in the company of seasoned touring groups. He knows sauces like an Apothecary knows pills and never stops smiling. I use him as a sort of Canary in teh coal mine. . . . when I am uncertain what to order . . . I just invoke the "whatever he's having". He's our one chance to introduce any class into this group.
Froggy would scare the civilians. He tends toward the quiet side, speaks in a level just above a whisper and leads a life driven by intellect, skill and a myopic focus on BBQ. The unknowing can be drawn in by his quiet demeanor . . . but, once the chow hits the table in front of him he's like a predator with fresh meat tossed in the cage. In deference, I need to say that he is also a lifesaver . . .he pulled me through an "I left my wallet at home" disaster and he has an elevated appreciation for my mental state in my sunset years.
Jim does a spectacular job or melding the various elements of this corps of odd fellows . . . he, to the unknowing, looks a lot like a grownup . .. he'd do fine in Jaime's groups. He is a serious rider . . . this guy invested 8 hours to to and fro for BBQ . . . so he and Crusty mix well. I alwasy enjoy being in his company just to listen to the accent and wish sometimes he'd leave his bike at home so I could just sit there and listen to him try to say "kahhhhh". After the trauma of this recent event I fled to Menemsha for 5 days of writing to wean myself from the accent. Turns out that Marth's Vineyard is a poor place to escape a Boston accent.
The unspoken hero of these meetings is alwasy the waitress. The good ones quickly realize that their knowledge of BBQ pales in comparison to Crusty and Jaime . . . so they treat it much as a fighter pilot would a Red Flag event . . . with similar outcomes . . . they are amazed and wide eyed . . . but, always learn something.
For now . . . just keep recovering . . . you will need to be up to full strength to deal with this group. All these years and this is the best I can do for friends?
You flatter me, Court. When it comes to BBQ I'm afraid I'll have to defer to Froggy's judgement. I'm just an old curmudgeon who knows what he likes. Froggy is younger and definitely more adventurous in that department. Now, OUTSIDE of BBQ might be a different matter. The jury is still out on that one.
Greg; You'd better hurry up and heal. You never know when this group might show up with gallons of Nuclear Blue and Molten Orange paint and start "Improving " the appearance of your house.
Afterwards, we could all go to that rib joint down near Jerry & Carol's place to celebrate...or somethin'.