James Burleigh
Well-known member
Just got home, alive. Thank you, Lord....
Only minutes ago I was flying down the fast lane, a million tons of distracted steel coming up behind me at 70+ MPH, when suddenly someone must've capped a bullet in my '05's head: I've got no throttle, no electrical--nothin'. The bike is completely dead; all I've got is coasting momentum and nowhere to go because on my right is four lanes of thick, fast-moving traffic, and on my left a white stripe, 12 inches of pavement, and a concrete wall.
[i have to get some something to eat before I do anything else, like finish this story (no, I don't need to change my undies; not this time; but figuratively, oh yeah--it's your worst f**kin' nightmare: suddenly becoming a paperweight in the middle of rush-hour freeway traffic
). Back in a few.... (I have a theory about what happened, and if true, a cautionary tale for us all. If I'd gotten run over, the bike mangled, no one, not even Checkswrecks, would have figured out what happened and why.)]
Only minutes ago I was flying down the fast lane, a million tons of distracted steel coming up behind me at 70+ MPH, when suddenly someone must've capped a bullet in my '05's head: I've got no throttle, no electrical--nothin'. The bike is completely dead; all I've got is coasting momentum and nowhere to go because on my right is four lanes of thick, fast-moving traffic, and on my left a white stripe, 12 inches of pavement, and a concrete wall.
[i have to get some something to eat before I do anything else, like finish this story (no, I don't need to change my undies; not this time; but figuratively, oh yeah--it's your worst f**kin' nightmare: suddenly becoming a paperweight in the middle of rush-hour freeway traffic
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