NY Post– Joshua Boyd was taking part in a Trackday at the famous Snetterton Circuit in Norfolk when he was involved in the incident that could have cost him his life. Norfolk is a county 100 miles east of London.The bellypan of another racing bike flew off and hit Boyd on the helmet at tremendous speeds, knocking him out cold.
But Boyd continued traveling at high speeds, veering off to the side, his body limp and leaning before he finally crashed to the ground. Writing on his Facebook page, Boyd said: “The bellypan made impact with my head at speeds easily exceeding 140mph.”
“I was knocked unconscious immediately, allowing my body to fall back and drape off the side of the bike.”
“Luckily, I have no memory of the incident, only that I had left pitlane and woke up in [the] hospital with blurred vision coupled with seeing different colors in each eye. All I have is a totaled bike and some videos to put meaning to the mess. Had I have stayed attached to the bike upon impact, I doubt I’d be sharing this with you now.I have been extremely fortunate to come away from the crash without serious injury. I will certainly never do a Trackday again.”
The next time you’re driving on a highway at about 70 mph, I want you to think about what it would be like to take the doors, seat belt, roof, body, and 2 wheels off of your car, and remain in/on the vehicle. Now I want you to imagine going TWICE as fast as you are going now. Just punch it. Lead foot, pedal to the medal. Comfortable yet? Ok good. Lastly I want you to imagine a piece of hard plastic/metal hitting you square in the face. Luckily, and this dude means that in every way possible, chances of surviving let alone remembering an accident like this are slim to none. But this guy made it out with a couple of scraps and bruises, and is counting his lucky stars that he abandoned ship before impact. They say you shouldn’t tense up after an accident, but this?
This is just straight chillen. Not a care in the world ( That he’s aware of). Just sit back, and enjoy the ride. Almost expect a couple of sunglasses to come in and land on his face like some real life “Deal with it” gif.
But what really captivated me here was the distance this guy slid. Looked like he was covered in canola oil sliding down the worlds longest slip and slide. He just keeeeeps going. I was dying to know how long that slide was, so I decided to do a little internet sleuthing to get some numbers together. Pretty proud of this Rust Cohle diagram I threw together.
Part flies off the yellow bike a little after this chicken coop looking thing.
Just for arguments sake, lets say our driver fell off the bike at this marker.
And stopped moving at around… well lets say here. Where the dude looks dead.
Almost six feet under (the bridge). Now all we need is a little overhead look at good ol’ Snetterton Circuit just to see how far we are talking here. Combined with the little distance key on google maps annnnnd. Bam!
Ding ding ding! We have a football field! The OG hall of fame distance reference for every red blooded American. Three. Hundred. Fucking. Feet. This dude slid three hundred feet, and that’s not even counting the other 300-400 feet he was doing the limbo for. If this was in Arizona he would have started a forest fire. Absolutely stunning he only made off with minor injuries. Not sure about you, but the first thing I’m doing after I get out of the hospital is kicking Loose Parts Larry out of our club. Can’t be having bellypans flying off your bike at 140 mph. Be better.