I am always sorry when I read about a rider who died. Even when it is their own fault.
Interesting points some have made. We ride some of the fastest production motorcycles on the planet. When we are ready to start her up, there are a number of things we should have done first, just like a pilot before s/he gets into the cockpit and starts the engine(s).
Tire inflation, tire condition, disk brake condition, bolts, bounce the front fork, bounce the rear end, check the oil level, check the coolant level, check the chain tension and condition......
Then put the body armor on. No matter how hot it is. If its hot, ride faster. Heh.
I threw my beautiful ZX-11 away on an uphill 90 degree in the Santa Cruz Mountains west of San Jose, CA one Sunday morning. It was beautiful weather. The bike had a new, sexah swingarm, big rear tire, closed-loop fuel injection, lots of titanium engine parts, ceramic bearings, Ohlins front and rear, all in all about $25,000 worth of parts and labor. It would go above 200 mph no problem.
Anyway, I got into the uphill turn not paying too much attention. I had ridden this road up to the ridge road to go to Alice's Restaurant on a Sunday morning a hundred times. I was doing about 60 mph, so I expected the rear tire to slip a bit, and my knee to touch down. What I didn't expect was for the traction to just go away and for the bike to low side me at over 50 mph.
The bike tumbled end over end up the road, destroying itself as it went. I went sliding up the road on my right side after it, up the hill, and started to tumble. The tumbling beat the crap out of me. Fortunately, not literally.
When I slide off the road (thank goodness not on the cliff side) my helmet was worn down to the closed cell padding on the right side, but my gloves and boots and leathers had pretty well protected me. Except for one small place on the right calf where I'd gotten a friction heat burn bad enough to require burn treatment. I couldn't walk for 30 minutes because every muscle and ligament in my body had been bruised.
Enough of that. The point is, if I hadn't been riding with the body armor I'd probably not be typing this right now.
Anyone that says that helmets don't save lives above 30 mph is nuts.
Living the Gypsy Life