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I started a ride on Friday, May 13, which was a bad choice to begin with and things just got worse. I rode down the Pacific coast the first 3 days in the rain. I met a friend in Redway and continued south. He had a rear-tire blowout at the US-101 CA-1 junction just north of Leggett, fortunately not in the twisties. He got towed back to Redway and I rode to Eureka to pick up a set of tires for him. He got them mounted by about 1:00PM so we were kind of on a 6-hour delay. I dropped him off in Mill Valley and continued to Scottsdale to pick up another friend intending to ride a loop through Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado. I was beat to death by headwinds in the Mojave, New Mexico was on fire, and it snowed in Colorado, but none of that mattered anyway because his stator failed before we got to Globe, AZ. I followed him home with my emergency flashers on anytime we were going 10 mph below the speed limit, which was most of the way.
Anyway, on my way home, after being wind-beaten in the Mojave again, my ride ended on CA-1 on May 30 just about 10 miles north of the Golden Gate Bridge, close to Muir Beach. I came up behind a car that was stopped in the middle of the lane, no shoulder on either side, no blinkers or emergency flashers, double yellow line, and I slowed down to about 15 mph. The guys in the car appeared to be looking at a phone or a map. It was 7:30AM, there was no traffic, lots of sight line in front of the car, so I started to go around it. As soon as I was adjacent to it, they turned left right into me. They smacked the right side of the bike and broke the right side bag off. I slid down on my right side hammering my right elbow on the pavement and had my right foot dragged under the bike and then went into the ditch. My right toe plate was torn off the boot, my right pant leg was ripped, and the right knee armor was scuffed up, but I stood up and walked away as soon as they pulled the bike off me. I'm still sore from it, four weeks later. The bike had a twisted triple tee, bent forks, a bent frame and bent right muffler that I could see right away. It was a total loss so it didn't fare quite as well as me and it had to stay in San Fransisco. The miracle was that I found and booked a flight out of Oakland next day for only $250.
Anyway, on my way home, after being wind-beaten in the Mojave again, my ride ended on CA-1 on May 30 just about 10 miles north of the Golden Gate Bridge, close to Muir Beach. I came up behind a car that was stopped in the middle of the lane, no shoulder on either side, no blinkers or emergency flashers, double yellow line, and I slowed down to about 15 mph. The guys in the car appeared to be looking at a phone or a map. It was 7:30AM, there was no traffic, lots of sight line in front of the car, so I started to go around it. As soon as I was adjacent to it, they turned left right into me. They smacked the right side of the bike and broke the right side bag off. I slid down on my right side hammering my right elbow on the pavement and had my right foot dragged under the bike and then went into the ditch. My right toe plate was torn off the boot, my right pant leg was ripped, and the right knee armor was scuffed up, but I stood up and walked away as soon as they pulled the bike off me. I'm still sore from it, four weeks later. The bike had a twisted triple tee, bent forks, a bent frame and bent right muffler that I could see right away. It was a total loss so it didn't fare quite as well as me and it had to stay in San Fransisco. The miracle was that I found and booked a flight out of Oakland next day for only $250.