BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Shake it off, dude. I know the feeling.
Our route home on Monday used rt. 60 towards Charleston. We were humming along, having fun. Went into a corner and I saw gravel in the road. What'd I do? Fixated on it, grabbed the brakes and, like a complete and total *******, rode right through it.
Got lucky.
Front and rear brakes locked up briefly as we went though it. I can still feel the bike (2-up and fully loaded with our crap) doing it's little wiggle. As this was happening I looked ahead to make sure there was no traffic coming 'cause I knew we were going into the other lane and was planning an escape route, if necessary. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic. Made it through the gravel and finished the turn without any more incident, back in the proper lane.
As we hit the gravel, I said, "Son of a bitch..." Susie heard me and I'm pretty sure she was ready to jump.
After we made it through, she said, "Wow. That was scary." My response - "And it was my own damn fault for fixating on the fargin' gravel rather than just driving through the damn corner."
Lesson learned. I hope. Coulda been bad in many ways.
BTW - we were at Freedom on Friday as well. New rear Roadsmart, front and rear brakes, in and out in less than 45 minutes for under $200. Those guys rock!
Our route home on Monday used rt. 60 towards Charleston. We were humming along, having fun. Went into a corner and I saw gravel in the road. What'd I do? Fixated on it, grabbed the brakes and, like a complete and total *******, rode right through it.
Got lucky.
Front and rear brakes locked up briefly as we went though it. I can still feel the bike (2-up and fully loaded with our crap) doing it's little wiggle. As this was happening I looked ahead to make sure there was no traffic coming 'cause I knew we were going into the other lane and was planning an escape route, if necessary. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic. Made it through the gravel and finished the turn without any more incident, back in the proper lane.
As we hit the gravel, I said, "Son of a bitch..." Susie heard me and I'm pretty sure she was ready to jump.
After we made it through, she said, "Wow. That was scary." My response - "And it was my own damn fault for fixating on the fargin' gravel rather than just driving through the damn corner."
Lesson learned. I hope. Coulda been bad in many ways.
BTW - we were at Freedom on Friday as well. New rear Roadsmart, front and rear brakes, in and out in less than 45 minutes for under $200. Those guys rock!
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