Thanks for sharing, Vrider06. I'm sure you're feeling pretty crappy right about now, but you really gave me something to think about.
Up here, salt and sand from the DOT trucks is my #1 fear during the winter, and I've had several damn close calls myself. They throw that crap like confetti at a wedding and it piles up in giant terrifying swaths just about everyplace except on the usual cager tire lines, to the point where I gotta use the eyeball glue and granny it around any corner I haven't personally reconned in the past day or so. Not much fun, to be honest, but scary enough to remind me that nothing (and I mean NOTHING) on the roads these days is designed with the safety of motorcyclists in mind.
I'm glad you're okay and I'm sorry about your V-star. Bikes can be fixed, bad injuries or death last forever, so count yourself lucky, as messed up as that is to think about right now. "Any one you can walk away from", as they say. Don't think of it as "biting the dust", per se; think of it as a lucky reminder from the Reaper that he's got all our numbers and he's paying attention every microsecond that we're in the saddle.