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I got nothin' here...
Yes, I bit the dust today. Somewhere in the mountains of north Georgia. We (me, jwilly, fjrfencer, jeffashe, extrememarine) were tormenting the mountain natives on our brisk little December excursion. It was 14 degrees when I left the house this morning. Sheeesh. Who thought of this ******* ride? Oh, yeah, FENCER! Anyhoo, we had just recently changed the lineup and somebody (jwilly) let jeffashe lead. Who, by the way, can ride the living piss out of an FJR. Being second in the lineup, and not wanting to hold up the other three, and being short on sense, I pushed a little harder than I should have. I over-cooked a right-hander, locked the rear, lost focus of the curve, FIXATED on the ditch dead ahead, and promptly planted my *** in it. No where in this story did I remember to just RIDE THE BIKE. Oh well, **** happened.
Damage to the bike is extremely minimal. Bent my homemade highway peg/skidder, wadded up my right side homemade 'jewel-cool' wind deflector, and picked up a few minor scratches. Me? I am fine. jwilly had to pick the beast up off of me, as it had my right foot pinned underneath by means of the right rear peg.
The guys were great. They were right there and on top of it.
[SIZE=36pt]THANKS, GUYS![/SIZE]
That's it. I screwed up.
Damage to the bike is extremely minimal. Bent my homemade highway peg/skidder, wadded up my right side homemade 'jewel-cool' wind deflector, and picked up a few minor scratches. Me? I am fine. jwilly had to pick the beast up off of me, as it had my right foot pinned underneath by means of the right rear peg.
The guys were great. They were right there and on top of it.
[SIZE=36pt]THANKS, GUYS![/SIZE]
That's it. I screwed up.
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