ricochetrider
Out There Somewhere
in my part of the world, a *full* stop could mean a *full* 3 second count. i couldn't pull that off without a foot down.
couple years back, i thought i was in a hurry. my R100 was completely loaded for a trip i was just beginning. i rolled thru a stop sign, making a right turn. as i was looking over my left shoulder, a big (semi) truck appeared from behind a row of parked cars. i jerked the bike to a stop, and lurched about trying to keep it upright. tore my right bicep in the process. yeah, it freakin HURT. like maybe i'm gonna pass out- that level of hurt.
to this day, i have a lumpy bicep to remind me that there is no reason to be in THAT big of a hurry. so now, i stop.
couple years back, i thought i was in a hurry. my R100 was completely loaded for a trip i was just beginning. i rolled thru a stop sign, making a right turn. as i was looking over my left shoulder, a big (semi) truck appeared from behind a row of parked cars. i jerked the bike to a stop, and lurched about trying to keep it upright. tore my right bicep in the process. yeah, it freakin HURT. like maybe i'm gonna pass out- that level of hurt.
to this day, i have a lumpy bicep to remind me that there is no reason to be in THAT big of a hurry. so now, i stop.