... skill, fortitude and reflex all went vomiting out onto the pavement. The accident happens so fast that you don't even really have time to see it, so here's what went down: Coming around that turn at an objectively ridiculous speed, Kellner's oil line ruptures, spewing a huge slick directly beneath his own rear tire. Kellner of course promptly goes hurtling into a wall, which is pretty much your only viable response to anything on a motorcycle. Now, that impact on its own is quite enough to turn a human being into a nice pudding, but it's not all that remarkable in motorcycle racing. What is remarkable is that the riders behind Kellner, just milliseconds back, also hit the slick and simultaneously spin out, effectively sending three 400-pound metal bullets flying right at Kellner's already deliciously tenderized body. Look here:
He misses complete head disintegration by a fucking quantum level of timing and an optimist's inch. But at least there was no way Kellner had time to process any of this drama. From his perspective, he was just flitting about like a leaf on the subsonic wind, then somebody turned off the world's V-sync for a few seconds and he woke up in a lot of pain, surrounded by smoking metal and people screaming shocked profanities. Hell, toss in two empty bottles of whiskey and that's just the aftermath of a good Saturday night.