After meeting with up everyone at Carlee's in Borego Springs, I headed to Julian and bought an apple pie. Julian is famus for their home made apple pie and when ever I go there I buy a pie. After that, I took a ride up to Palamar Mtn. The road is a very twisty fun road. On that day there was very little traffic and I was having a great time. When I got to the top, I thought about taking a little break ande getting something to drink but I was having to much fun so I headed back down the hill. As I was setting up for a right hand turn, I was on the brakes and I lost the front end and crashed. I was pushing way too hard and just ran out of traction. I think I was going about 50MPH.
I was very lucky and did not suffer any injuries. Dale, an on call fire fighter came buy not more than 30 seconds later and was a really big help. He put all my broken parts inculding my apple pie in his truck and helped to calm me down. I was really pissed at myself for doing something so stuipid. The bike was still rideable, though the forks were so bent that to go straight, the handle bars had to be cocked to the left. Dale followed me down the hill,or so I thought.
Here is when the story gets gets kind of funny. The whole way down the hill, I thought Dale was behind me so I decided to to to the Pala Casino. so when I get there, I am waiting and waiting and he doesn't show. Were are all my parts and more importantly, were is my apple pie? I want my fucking pie! Any way he never shows up so I venture back to my home in Chino Hills driving up the 15 with bent forks and all. I made it home safe and sound.
When I get home I call the Palamar fire Dept. but I had forgotten Dale name, so I descripe him and hope they find him and he that he calls me. A few days later, Dale calls me and he has all my parts. However, the apple pie is toast. It got spread around his pickup and there was no salvaging the pie. A few days later I drive to Dales house and get my parts.
I was very fortunate to meet Dale and will forever be grateful to him.
As you can see from these pictures, the Aerostich and the Aria helmet held up very well.
I was a little disapointed in the held gloves. While my hands suffered no injury, the palm protector ripped apart.
Also if you noticed, I had 2 set ofcut threw frame sliders. I would not have been able to drive home without both of them. They protected the engine and radiator big time.
So, what did I learn? Palamar Mtn. is not my personal race track. I should have been more careful and I should have rested at the top and had something to drink. I was pushing to hard and paid the price. I am very lucky. It could have been worse.
I did do something right. I had excellent gear that fit well. Snug but not tight. I also got the hell out of there before the cops came.
I was very lucky and did not suffer any injuries. Dale, an on call fire fighter came buy not more than 30 seconds later and was a really big help. He put all my broken parts inculding my apple pie in his truck and helped to calm me down. I was really pissed at myself for doing something so stuipid. The bike was still rideable, though the forks were so bent that to go straight, the handle bars had to be cocked to the left. Dale followed me down the hill,or so I thought.
Here is when the story gets gets kind of funny. The whole way down the hill, I thought Dale was behind me so I decided to to to the Pala Casino. so when I get there, I am waiting and waiting and he doesn't show. Were are all my parts and more importantly, were is my apple pie? I want my fucking pie! Any way he never shows up so I venture back to my home in Chino Hills driving up the 15 with bent forks and all. I made it home safe and sound.
When I get home I call the Palamar fire Dept. but I had forgotten Dale name, so I descripe him and hope they find him and he that he calls me. A few days later, Dale calls me and he has all my parts. However, the apple pie is toast. It got spread around his pickup and there was no salvaging the pie. A few days later I drive to Dales house and get my parts.
I was very fortunate to meet Dale and will forever be grateful to him.
As you can see from these pictures, the Aerostich and the Aria helmet held up very well.
I was a little disapointed in the held gloves. While my hands suffered no injury, the palm protector ripped apart.
Also if you noticed, I had 2 set ofcut threw frame sliders. I would not have been able to drive home without both of them. They protected the engine and radiator big time.
So, what did I learn? Palamar Mtn. is not my personal race track. I should have been more careful and I should have rested at the top and had something to drink. I was pushing to hard and paid the price. I am very lucky. It could have been worse.
I did do something right. I had excellent gear that fit well. Snug but not tight. I also got the hell out of there before the cops came.
