A good friend and coworker of mine who shared the same humongous cubical I had when they moved his desk into my space during renovation was killed last night in a motorcycle accident.
We're not sure what happened. All I know was, he had just installed a new profile for his power commander and modified his shifter's connecting rod with an inline pressure sensor for the quickshift that he bought. I was with him when he modified it and I know he cut the thing short so the pressure sensor was hanging on by only a few threads. That, and his tires were getting nearly bald and had a small flat spot on them. It was overcast, cool, and the ground didn't provide much grip last night.
Before he left work last night he said he was going out with a few of his friends by this long flat 25 mile stretch of road to try and set a new speed record on his R1 and go above 187. The last thing I said to him was, go slow, take it easy, be careful out there. I've been on the R1 and was just test riding an older cbr600 last week, just got into a small accident myself yesterday going in to work, and I always joke that our accidents come in pairs. Every time either one of us has an accident, the other one always has one within a few days. I told him yesterday afternoon when I got in to work that he better be careful cause I just went down. It's been that way for 2 years now through about 10-12 accidents between us. He took the R1 out for about an hour during lunch, came back and said a lady in a van almost wiped him out. It was like death was just catching up with him after my accident in the morning.
I know none of us could've talked him out of it but I just wish he would've waited for new tires and a warmer day to try it. Any number of things could've gone wrong. Somewhere out there he's up on one.