wfooshee
O, Woe is me!!
The interesting part is about 2:50.
If he had loud pipes he would have been going slower so no it would not have happened.So, if that guy had loud pipes, would this have happened? :blink:
Yeah but . . . he still wouldn't have been able to stop in time or to maneuver around the van turning left. That's where he'd have hit.If he had loud pipes he would have been going slower so no it would not have happened.So, if that guy had loud pipes, would this have happened? :blink:
I agree, but have to admit I've done similarly stupid acts like that before - but got away with it. Sometimes lady luck is your friend. Sometimes not. I can remember making an entirely stupid pass in my F250 one day, on a blind corner, and the guy coming the other way saved about 5 lives. It happens. How often it happens, I guess, is the key to survival.Riding motorcycles is just NOT for everyone, I don't care what anyone says.
I wholeheartedly agree, Don. For me, the miracle was that I got past age 21, since my REAL STOOPID period on motorcycles was from about 19 to 21. Before that, I did a couple stupid things on them**, but I got much more stupider there for a few years. You now -- when I knew everything and was invincible and cool. And there was no helmet law. And I thought I could drink and ride without consequence. And that chopping a BSA 650 and riding it to its limit while drunk was do-able. Somehow, there was no consequence in that for me, but that was pure dumb luck or I had an amazingly competent guardian angel. (I mean, locking up the wheels to skid all the way through a red lighted intersection one weekend night was just one example, a near tank slapper at 2 am, intoxicated, while being clocked at 115 was another.)I . . . have to admit I've done similarly stupid acts like that before - but got away with it. Sometimes lady luck is your friend. Sometimes not.
Night skids are a ******! If you decide to do this one again, better cover the underside of your belly pan with reflective tape so the cagers can see the bike through the shower of sparks. Might save yer life? :blink:(I mean, locking up the wheels to skid all the way through a red lighted intersection one weekend night was just one example, ...)
Nah -- have a better solution these days, George. Don't remember any specific incident that made me smarter, but I know that by the time I had my Kaw Z1 at 25, I had completely stopped drinking while riding. I know I stopped drinking while skiing at 21 for performance reasons, and maybe that just leached some stoopid outta my riding, too.Night skids are a ******! If you decide to do this one again, better cover the underside of your belly pan with reflective tape so the cagers can see the bike through the shower of sparks. Might save yer life? :blink:(I mean, locking up the wheels to skid all the way through a red lighted intersection one weekend night was just one example, ...)
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