So I'm on my way home from work...
The transition from Route 63 to Route 4 is a nice ramp. If you're inclined to, you could probalby get knee down. The merge to Route 4 is faily wide open and traffic is generally lite there.
So I'm about to take this right hander (at a leisure pace mind you) and as I start around the corner I see a guy standing there with his road king on it's side. Being the nice guy that I am, I pulled over to render assistance.
As I walk back I see the skid marks, and then the scrapes, and where the grass is all torn up. I ask him if he's OK, which he appears to be, only extreemly stressed out. Another motorist stops and we get the bike up and push it up to the pavement. He's busy assessing the damage.
Again I ask him if he's allright. (He was wearing the standard Harley protetive gear, a pair of aviators, a wife beater and jeans and he doesn't appear to have a scratch on him).
I asked him what happened, he said he didn't really know. (It looks to me like he was going just a tad to fast for that big ass bike).
I pointed out, that it's only parts, most will buff out, the important thing is that he's OK. He looks at me like I'm crazy. He said I just picked this up new and was bringing it home. (the dealership is maybe 10 miles down the road).
It sure was pretty. Right about that time a cop pulls up, gets out and starts assessing the situation. Now if I was a betting man, I'd bet this guy didn't even have his Moto Endorsement yet. Shit happens, I get that...
The cop starts up a conversation, and that was my queue to move on...
Somewhat traggic, brand new bike and all, but the look on the guys face, the anger and frustration would have made an excellent photo.
-MD