Bought a 2006 CBR600 F4i in April. Pretty much rode it to work every day. Extremely cautious took back roads and drove the speed limit. On one of the backroads that stretched about a quarter mile I would open it up to about 85mph for no more than 5 - 6 seconds and that was my thrill for the day. It was over a bridge, so no danger of cars poking out and trying to turn in front of me. As I said, I was super cautious. So I work at a car dealership which has a front and back entrance to the parking lot. Every single day that I would ride or even drive for that matter I would enter through the front, which had a somewhat sharp incline but manageable if approach at a reasonable speed. I got comfortable and was able to come in with out slowing to a crawl. Then one day, on my lunch break I exit through the back, and as I go down the substantially larger decline than the front exit I am startled a little and remind myself that I need to be careful coming into this entrance. So fast forward, I've eaten my Subway sub and am coming back to work, I decide "I'll go in the back entrance, I never have before in my life, why not start now, what could go wrong?" So I do, somehow forgetting that just an hour prior I had told myself to be careful. Well I guess I thought I was careful as I came in at the same speed that I would have for the front entrance, however as I was coming in I noticed a car was also leaving, so I had to change the angle of my turn. That, combined with the speed that was too fast for this inclined, jumped me on the back of my bike, throught me off course almost hitting a line of cars. At this point I'm out of control but haven't hit anything (yet), with my wrist thrown back on the throttle I try to lean the bike away from the cars, only to increase in speed as I can no longer control the throttle, the bike is accelerating and getting even straighter, not turning away from the SUV that I'm about to hit. So in the last possible instance I realize, "I'm about to hit this parked car, I need to BRAKE!" Which I'm not even sure I did. I end up running straight into the parked SUV, crumpling my fairings and well, considering where the tank is positioned, you do the math. At this point I'm pissed, extremely light headed and sick to my stomach (not literally). One of the mechanics runs out, (he was in the car that made me change my turn angle, though this was in no way his fault) and helps walk me over to sit down. Two other guys walk my bike over. I ended up with three stitches in my leg, what felt like a broken back and the worst bang up to my pride EVER. This lesson was invaluable. I used to laugh at people who talked about dropping their bike at a stop sign, I got cocky with my safety precautions that nothing could happen to me. Well, safety can only help, it can't fix stupid sometimes and I was stupid. I now know that I need to double my safety efforts, not get lazy and try to approach turns with inclines at a 90 degree angle! Or at least slow down!
No after shots on my phone! I'll get them up if anybody cares to see. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest!