WaltH
Senior Member
As I reported earlier, my Spyder burned to the ground on May 4, 2009, without any warning of any kind. There were no sounds, no smells, no fault codes, no abnormal engine temperature, or anything else that would indicate a disaster was about to occur. It happened when I drove into my garage at the end of a ride. Before I stopped, smoke arose from the engine area on the right side of the motorcycle. I stopped, turned off the ignition, dismounted from the left side, grabbed the clutch lever, and pushed the Spyder back out of the garage. When I crossed the threshold of the garage, flames were already two feet high. I pushed the Spyder down the driveway, but not far enough as it turned out. I didn’t want to stick around because I was afraid the gas tank would explode (it never did). I called 911 and than grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall of the garage. I couldn’t make the fire extinguisher work (later the firemen told me I just didn’t push hard enough) and since the 911 operator kept me on the line for a couple of minuets, it was too late for me to do any good. There was a water hose nearby, but I didn’t think to use it. It may not have been the smart thing to do anyway due to the nature of the fire. It took no more than three minuets for the flames to be raging thirty feet in the air. The heat was so intense that the house, and my pickup truck parked in the garage, were both damaged. The damage was mostly in the nature of paint and plastic melting from the heat. I should have pushed the Spyder further down the driveway. There was no fire in the garage. My truck was hot to the touch well after the fire was out. The fire trucks arrived in six minuets from the time of my 911 call (according to the fire department incident report). It seemed like six hours. The fire department made short work of the fire, which by this time was receding from its peak, but was still raging.
My Corbin saddlebags were filled with personal belongings of the kind motorcyclists carry when they travel. I was getting ready to take an overnight trip later in the week. All of this was lost along with a wallet, my cell phone, and my glasses (and a backup pair). The first thing I did later in the evening was to order new glasses (still waiting). I haven’t had time to get a new cell phone. There are so many things I will have to replace, if I am to continue riding.
I have long felt that I had a special Spyder, one with few mechanical problems of the kind reported by other owners. I was well beyond being concerned about whether it was a lemon, or not. I was sure it would easily go to 100,000 miles, and then I would sell it on eBay and I would get a new one. I had 36,500 miles on it when it died. Now we know that my Spyder was unique in a different way. It is the only Spyder to burn to the ground under its own volition??? It turned out to be the most dangerous Spyder of them all. I would gladly exchange this for some of those mechanical problems others have reported.
If the fire had started three minuets later, I could have lost my house. I would have been in the house sitting at my computer, totally unaware of the fire raging in the attached garage. If the fire had started when I was going down the road, I may have lost my life. If the fire had started on the left side, I would have dismounted on the right and may not have been able to reach the clutch lever, depending upon the location of the flames. When I turned off the ignition, the Spyder was in gear.
I feel that I came very close to possibly losing my life. It was only a matter of small differences in timing that saved me. Needless to say, I am a little apprehensive about getting another Spyder. This is mostly because I do not know what actually caused the fire. If I knew the cause, I could protect myself.
The insurance company is being very fair (Foremost). When I conclude my business with the insurance company and decide whether to get another Spyder, I will report to you in detail of the outcome of these things.
My Corbin saddlebags were filled with personal belongings of the kind motorcyclists carry when they travel. I was getting ready to take an overnight trip later in the week. All of this was lost along with a wallet, my cell phone, and my glasses (and a backup pair). The first thing I did later in the evening was to order new glasses (still waiting). I haven’t had time to get a new cell phone. There are so many things I will have to replace, if I am to continue riding.
I have long felt that I had a special Spyder, one with few mechanical problems of the kind reported by other owners. I was well beyond being concerned about whether it was a lemon, or not. I was sure it would easily go to 100,000 miles, and then I would sell it on eBay and I would get a new one. I had 36,500 miles on it when it died. Now we know that my Spyder was unique in a different way. It is the only Spyder to burn to the ground under its own volition??? It turned out to be the most dangerous Spyder of them all. I would gladly exchange this for some of those mechanical problems others have reported.
If the fire had started three minuets later, I could have lost my house. I would have been in the house sitting at my computer, totally unaware of the fire raging in the attached garage. If the fire had started when I was going down the road, I may have lost my life. If the fire had started on the left side, I would have dismounted on the right and may not have been able to reach the clutch lever, depending upon the location of the flames. When I turned off the ignition, the Spyder was in gear.
I feel that I came very close to possibly losing my life. It was only a matter of small differences in timing that saved me. Needless to say, I am a little apprehensive about getting another Spyder. This is mostly because I do not know what actually caused the fire. If I knew the cause, I could protect myself.
The insurance company is being very fair (Foremost). When I conclude my business with the insurance company and decide whether to get another Spyder, I will report to you in detail of the outcome of these things.