01-02-2022, 06:56 PM
This morning, Mrs. Gone and I witnessed the catastrophic end of a BMW.
We were heading north on the 101, north of Los Angeles proper, on our way to hike in the Ventura area. We were nearing the exits for the roads that drop down into the popular twisty roads above Malibu, and being a beautiful Sunday morning, we had been passed by several fast sports cars and bikes headed for the area.
This is a wide, fast part of the freeway, and we were going around 80 with prevailing traffic. A rider on an S1000RR passed us on the right and swept across us to the left, weaving through traffic. Based on our speed, I’d estimate his at 100-105. Since my wife is planning to take her basic riding course soon, she’s more aware of motorcyclists and their behavior than ever, so she was asking me why he was riding so fast and seemingly unsafe. I was mulling over why his back tire looked a little skittish as he crossed lanes in front of us.
Just as she was asking about his riding, and he had disappeared into traffic several cars ahead of us, there was a huge cloud of smoke ahead of us as wide as the whole freeway. “Oh no, he crashed!” she shouted.. but I wasn’t so sure. Traffic wasn’t slowing much, and I saw an oil trail in the left lane that was drifting across the freeway to the right. At the end of that trail, there he was, on the shoulder, standing next to the BMW, whose rear tire was coated in oil. The bike was upright.
Mrs. asked me what had happened, and I said that his engine had just blown up, and he was extremely lucky not to have crashed. It would have been a few miles before we’d be able to exit the freeway to turn around, and it would have taken a long time to get back to where he was. Plus, his spectacular display must have prompted someone to call 911, as a CHP unit with lights and sirens blazing was heading toward him from the other side of the 101.
I’m thinking that either his chain snapped and blew a hole in the engine, or that the engine shattered significantly enough that there wasn’t enough of it left to seize the drivetrain. At triple digits in freeway traffic, he’s lucky that the bike is the only thing he lost.
We were heading north on the 101, north of Los Angeles proper, on our way to hike in the Ventura area. We were nearing the exits for the roads that drop down into the popular twisty roads above Malibu, and being a beautiful Sunday morning, we had been passed by several fast sports cars and bikes headed for the area.
This is a wide, fast part of the freeway, and we were going around 80 with prevailing traffic. A rider on an S1000RR passed us on the right and swept across us to the left, weaving through traffic. Based on our speed, I’d estimate his at 100-105. Since my wife is planning to take her basic riding course soon, she’s more aware of motorcyclists and their behavior than ever, so she was asking me why he was riding so fast and seemingly unsafe. I was mulling over why his back tire looked a little skittish as he crossed lanes in front of us.
Just as she was asking about his riding, and he had disappeared into traffic several cars ahead of us, there was a huge cloud of smoke ahead of us as wide as the whole freeway. “Oh no, he crashed!” she shouted.. but I wasn’t so sure. Traffic wasn’t slowing much, and I saw an oil trail in the left lane that was drifting across the freeway to the right. At the end of that trail, there he was, on the shoulder, standing next to the BMW, whose rear tire was coated in oil. The bike was upright.
Mrs. asked me what had happened, and I said that his engine had just blown up, and he was extremely lucky not to have crashed. It would have been a few miles before we’d be able to exit the freeway to turn around, and it would have taken a long time to get back to where he was. Plus, his spectacular display must have prompted someone to call 911, as a CHP unit with lights and sirens blazing was heading toward him from the other side of the 101.
I’m thinking that either his chain snapped and blew a hole in the engine, or that the engine shattered significantly enough that there wasn’t enough of it left to seize the drivetrain. At triple digits in freeway traffic, he’s lucky that the bike is the only thing he lost.

