kreinke
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I learned surfing...asphalt surfing that is. Bandit's junk. Lost the front end on some sand near the apex of a left hand sweeper. Tree's shadows made it kind of hard to see. Every other curve on this road was clean. There was sand toward the outside that I saw but this stuff was right next to the center line. It was almost the same color as the pavement.
I was doing probably 30-40 next thing I know I'm on my left hip and arm watching the bike go over the shoulder toward a field-stone fence....and me not far behind.
I digress a little here but I remember back when The Miracle on the Hudson happened there was a couple on the plane that had pretty much made up their mind that they were going to die....and in the minutes or so before the landing had prepared themselves for that. Then they were talking about how basically writing themselves off only to be spared has given them a different outlook on life.
I can kind of relate to that. My life didn't flash before my eyes or anything I just thought "well this is it. Sandy and the kids are gong to be really pissed!" and resigned myself that this was the ending I always wanted.....only to survive, get up and dust myself off.....and limp away.
As my fat ass crested the horizon of the ditch the bike came in to view just as the center stand dug in and it stood perfectly upright then flopped ever so gently back on its other side.....right as I came to rest against it.
I shudder to think what I'd look like if I wasn't ATGATT.
My Aerostitch Combat boots probably saved me from getting a broken foot. The Olympia pants I bought at Nicks BMW only have some scuffing and about a 50 cent piece sized hole worn through the knee. My BMW sport riding gloves did their job too. The carbon fiber knuckle is about half worn through on the left. My helmet didn't even touch the ground. No scuffs at all. My BMW leather jacket is worn through to the padding on the left arm and elbow. I just have a bruised foot and calf.....and really bruised ego.
The wife is strongly advising me me not to get another bike. I had made my mind up that I was quitting in the hospital. The the kids started in on me "Daddy, can we go for one last ride when you get your bike fixed?"
At midnight I was already looking at the used 99 Interceptor at Vetesnics. Best to let my head clear and not make rash decisions right now but I'll probably be back on two wheels before the insurance check's ink is dry.
I was doing probably 30-40 next thing I know I'm on my left hip and arm watching the bike go over the shoulder toward a field-stone fence....and me not far behind.
I digress a little here but I remember back when The Miracle on the Hudson happened there was a couple on the plane that had pretty much made up their mind that they were going to die....and in the minutes or so before the landing had prepared themselves for that. Then they were talking about how basically writing themselves off only to be spared has given them a different outlook on life.
I can kind of relate to that. My life didn't flash before my eyes or anything I just thought "well this is it. Sandy and the kids are gong to be really pissed!" and resigned myself that this was the ending I always wanted.....only to survive, get up and dust myself off.....and limp away.
As my fat ass crested the horizon of the ditch the bike came in to view just as the center stand dug in and it stood perfectly upright then flopped ever so gently back on its other side.....right as I came to rest against it.
I shudder to think what I'd look like if I wasn't ATGATT.
My Aerostitch Combat boots probably saved me from getting a broken foot. The Olympia pants I bought at Nicks BMW only have some scuffing and about a 50 cent piece sized hole worn through the knee. My BMW sport riding gloves did their job too. The carbon fiber knuckle is about half worn through on the left. My helmet didn't even touch the ground. No scuffs at all. My BMW leather jacket is worn through to the padding on the left arm and elbow. I just have a bruised foot and calf.....and really bruised ego.
The wife is strongly advising me me not to get another bike. I had made my mind up that I was quitting in the hospital. The the kids started in on me "Daddy, can we go for one last ride when you get your bike fixed?"
At midnight I was already looking at the used 99 Interceptor at Vetesnics. Best to let my head clear and not make rash decisions right now but I'll probably be back on two wheels before the insurance check's ink is dry.
Sand does sneak up on ya, had a few slides at a much younger age and on way cheaper bikes and without any ATGATT other than a helmet. Good luck in your replacement pursuits.
