dcarver
Well-known member
Very close call today. No harm no foul?
Yeah right, I want to bust this guyz face.
It maybe one thing to be taken out by a car, or truck, but by a sport bike rider?
Early out of work, normal back roads (hi way 58 east of Santa Margarita), CrZy8 running light sans bags and top trunk.
Running at .7 of 1, holding the inside track, what I call 'gutter riding' or ToeCutter calls 'Ride Right'.
Arcing the corner, riding the pace, no brakes, suspension settled, nice warm day. 52 in a 45 marked right hand, decreasing radius corner.
My first glimpse was a quick glint from the backside of a mirror, and I realized the SuperSport guy's trajectory was intersecting my path.
To clarify, the ****** was headed right at me.
Completely out of his lane, across the center line, my quick calculation was I would hit him just aft of his legs. Duck boy's suspension was fully compressed, he was sitting erect, and looking at the wall. My wall, mind you.
He was wearing full one piece leathers, top of line red matching helmet, AlpineStar boots, knee pads, and riding a Ducati something-or-other.
And I had no where to go, already heeled over and in the right track. No choice but to straighten up, go into the opposing lane (no traffic, thank You Jesus) and then, for the first time since getting GP Suspension work done, drug the right peg and something else to get back into 'my' lane. I haven't yet looked to see what else touched down.
Funny thing? At the time, it seemed like no big deal. Countersteer, up, countersteer down, more down more down, dragging, more down, lowside first, don't hit the trees on the opposite side, and ok, got it!
Now, I want to find the guy and beat him bad. I'm sure I could find him at Laguna Seca, many riders are heading through my area for the race; I vividly recall his leathers, bike, boots and helmet.
Just happy to be here - safe and warm and typing away - but this got me to thinking.
Summer time is the motorcycling killing season.
All the 'seasonal' riders have 'freshened' up the winter rust and are now pushing it harder.
The all-year riders grow complacement with the warm weather.
Noobies and re-entrant riders wobble down the roadway.
You get my drift?
Don't let it happen to you.
Yeah right, I want to bust this guyz face.
It maybe one thing to be taken out by a car, or truck, but by a sport bike rider?
Early out of work, normal back roads (hi way 58 east of Santa Margarita), CrZy8 running light sans bags and top trunk.
Running at .7 of 1, holding the inside track, what I call 'gutter riding' or ToeCutter calls 'Ride Right'.
Arcing the corner, riding the pace, no brakes, suspension settled, nice warm day. 52 in a 45 marked right hand, decreasing radius corner.
My first glimpse was a quick glint from the backside of a mirror, and I realized the SuperSport guy's trajectory was intersecting my path.
To clarify, the ****** was headed right at me.
Completely out of his lane, across the center line, my quick calculation was I would hit him just aft of his legs. Duck boy's suspension was fully compressed, he was sitting erect, and looking at the wall. My wall, mind you.
He was wearing full one piece leathers, top of line red matching helmet, AlpineStar boots, knee pads, and riding a Ducati something-or-other.
And I had no where to go, already heeled over and in the right track. No choice but to straighten up, go into the opposing lane (no traffic, thank You Jesus) and then, for the first time since getting GP Suspension work done, drug the right peg and something else to get back into 'my' lane. I haven't yet looked to see what else touched down.
Funny thing? At the time, it seemed like no big deal. Countersteer, up, countersteer down, more down more down, dragging, more down, lowside first, don't hit the trees on the opposite side, and ok, got it!
Now, I want to find the guy and beat him bad. I'm sure I could find him at Laguna Seca, many riders are heading through my area for the race; I vividly recall his leathers, bike, boots and helmet.
Just happy to be here - safe and warm and typing away - but this got me to thinking.
Summer time is the motorcycling killing season.
All the 'seasonal' riders have 'freshened' up the winter rust and are now pushing it harder.
The all-year riders grow complacement with the warm weather.
Noobies and re-entrant riders wobble down the roadway.
You get my drift?
Don't let it happen to you.