Dang, and I've been working OT to get your rack built in time... Glad to hear you'll still need it..
+1... I'm afraid I know that feeling... sux. That's enough cage-dodging for a while, eh? And good on ya for posting it up.The aftermath trembles are ferocious, huh?
The one about getting converted to a bed fixture due to a 30mph encounter with a deer seriously throttled me back. And being solo takes alot out of it, at least for me.I got a ticket yesterday. That mellowed me out. Perhaps we got timely mellowness lessons, as we are all getting really excited about WFO. We have a lot of FJRs coming to Reno, and perhaps some of us need a kick in the twowheelnuts to bring some sobriety to our riding.
Whew! I'm out of breath just reading your story. Skill, experience and a capable bike saved your butt. Glad to hear that you're smart enough to have identified the lessons learned. Wouldn't it be something if we could teach the world to drive?Be safe out there guys. The Reaper is a mere blink away.
I can only hope she saw you pull it off. If she didn't and just continued on, she should get a hit and run slapped on her even though you did pull it off (no thanks to her)Thanks all. After a day's reflection I'm going to chalk it up to mostly dumb luck and a bit of skill. Oddly enough, the driver kept on going. I coulda been over the embankment, marinating in the noonday sun for the turkey buzzards next meal, for all she cared.
Stef, I thought that wig looked familiar! Bastadge! You owe me some new BVD's!
Rad, keep your hands away from my pockets. It ain't the change you're going for...
Rad doing the knuckle shuffle for the Nut? now that's a real mate!Rad, keep your hands away from my pockets. It ain't the change you're going for...
Out here in the Sierras, it's the motorcyclists (I use the term verrry loosely), too. Morons on bikes are just as big a problem as cages....its just that there are more cages.I freaking hate cagers that can't keep it in their lane. I mean I really hate them.
Not just dumb luck. Practice/experience/reaction all came into play at the same time. You did the only thing you could: You flew the plane! (An old pilot's analogy: Whatever happens, whatever malfunctions, whatever incident, whatever alarms are sounding off...."fly the plane"!)Thanks all. After a day's reflection I'm going to chalk it up to mostly dumb luck and a bit of skill. Oddly enough, the driver kept on going.
............for all she cared.
Blue skies, light traffic, good tunes playing and a happy tummy, satiated by a glorious Surf Dog, smothered in chili and kraut – yummy.
:blink: You said you should always trust your gut? I dunno, I dunno ---
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