SilveradoSlick
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Is 2 '05s a record?
I was waiting for pics from the wife before posting but I've given up, so here goes. Wife and I are on the FJR headed from Telluride, CO towards Cortez, followed by my buddy on my old Concours. Wearing rain gear 'cause there was rain in the pass we just came down. Underneath that we're wearing Sliders jeans; she's wearing a fabric and leather jacket and I'm wearing perforated leather. Now it's dry and beautiful. Were following a line of traffic led by a motorhome and a couple of trucks going about 60. We're staying in line because my buddy hasn't been riding for close to 20 years and he's feeling a little bushed. Wife has been pointing out sunflowers along the road. I'm pointing to the left and saying that somebody's got a really nice patch of sunflowers, on trellises and big as all get out.
"Charles, stop!" I hear tires squealing and the car in front is now damned near stopped. I grab a big handfull of front brake and head for the shoulder 'cause I'm not sure if I can stop in time. The front end washes out and down we go. The bike spins two or three times and hits the car in front while we slide off onto the shoulder. The wife is a much better asphalt surfer than I and gets about twice my distance. I get the wind knocked out of me and do some deep breathing exercises before getting up and going over to the wife, who's sitting up by now.
Were both pretty much OK. She ground through one glove into her ring and middle finger and I did some work on my wrist where the glove and the jacket separated. The gloves were fabric rain gloves with plastic and faux leather armor. She had hit her head at one point but her helmet did its duty and mine saved me from a nose job. The rain gear, gloves, and her boots are not salvagable, but other than some aches and pains and the abrasions we're doing pretty good, good enough to decline medical treatment. The FJR, however, is beyond saving.
The tow truck hauled us to Cortez. In the morning my buddy and I rode over to Durango to rent a car for the ride home. He and I took turns on the Connie, so I got some saddle time on the truly beautiful ride through Capitol Reef, Escalante, Bryce, and Zion. Catherine stayed in the car. She's always said she wouldn't ride with me again if I dumped her. She's still deciding if she's going to keep her word. I was planning on selling the Connie after this trip. If she's going to ride with me again I'd like to get another FJR, but if not maybe I'll just keep the Connie. I do believe that if I get another FJR it's going to have ABS.
I was waiting for pics from the wife before posting but I've given up, so here goes. Wife and I are on the FJR headed from Telluride, CO towards Cortez, followed by my buddy on my old Concours. Wearing rain gear 'cause there was rain in the pass we just came down. Underneath that we're wearing Sliders jeans; she's wearing a fabric and leather jacket and I'm wearing perforated leather. Now it's dry and beautiful. Were following a line of traffic led by a motorhome and a couple of trucks going about 60. We're staying in line because my buddy hasn't been riding for close to 20 years and he's feeling a little bushed. Wife has been pointing out sunflowers along the road. I'm pointing to the left and saying that somebody's got a really nice patch of sunflowers, on trellises and big as all get out.
"Charles, stop!" I hear tires squealing and the car in front is now damned near stopped. I grab a big handfull of front brake and head for the shoulder 'cause I'm not sure if I can stop in time. The front end washes out and down we go. The bike spins two or three times and hits the car in front while we slide off onto the shoulder. The wife is a much better asphalt surfer than I and gets about twice my distance. I get the wind knocked out of me and do some deep breathing exercises before getting up and going over to the wife, who's sitting up by now.
Were both pretty much OK. She ground through one glove into her ring and middle finger and I did some work on my wrist where the glove and the jacket separated. The gloves were fabric rain gloves with plastic and faux leather armor. She had hit her head at one point but her helmet did its duty and mine saved me from a nose job. The rain gear, gloves, and her boots are not salvagable, but other than some aches and pains and the abrasions we're doing pretty good, good enough to decline medical treatment. The FJR, however, is beyond saving.
The tow truck hauled us to Cortez. In the morning my buddy and I rode over to Durango to rent a car for the ride home. He and I took turns on the Connie, so I got some saddle time on the truly beautiful ride through Capitol Reef, Escalante, Bryce, and Zion. Catherine stayed in the car. She's always said she wouldn't ride with me again if I dumped her. She's still deciding if she's going to keep her word. I was planning on selling the Connie after this trip. If she's going to ride with me again I'd like to get another FJR, but if not maybe I'll just keep the Connie. I do believe that if I get another FJR it's going to have ABS.
Post piccys of the armor, it's good to know you both had it on ATGATT
