I never claimed to have had the ability to ride the bike to it's limits. I do know however on that day, I rode it to mine. If you don't think my tires were scuffed in, then look again - I had over 1700 miles on that bike, and over 75% of those miles were on twisties. Of course the edges of the tires are going to look clean when the bike has been rolled through dirt and oil, and onto the back of a pickup - but this is irrelevent.
I posted my story and my pictures for public knowlege, maybe for your entertainment or perhaps I thought someone might find it to be an interesting and informative read.
It's too easy to look at another's situation and say, "oh yeah, you should have done x", or "if you had more experience like me then things would have worked out." If you want to believe this egocentric delusion, then by all means, knock yourself out. The fact of the matter is that you know absoutely nothing about my riding ability, or the line of the road, so you really have no data by which to render judgement.
How arrogant of you to "hope" that I saw the moral lesson. News flash: I was there, you weren't. I know what my take-away points from this experience are, as I have analyzed the afternoon's events for days versus your 15 seconds. Below are the true lessons of this experience, and not some pretentious reader's uninformed opinions:
1. Regardless of temperature, wear a jacket or more
2. Know the road very well before riding it hard
3. Go slowly through blind corners unless you are familar enough with the road to ride it blindfolded, and even then proceed with caution.
4. Appreciate your friends, because they will come through for you when it matters.
It's late, I'm tired, sore, and a little grumpy. One of my pet peves is akin to the comment above, which is obviously from someone who has never been there, and never done that. I've said my peace, Flame on!