G
Guest
·I got thrown by the black horse today, totally my fault. Saved by my gear, I will live to ride again. A little sore in a muscle in my leg and the palms of my hands, I'm the lucky one. The bike took the brunt of the fall, left side is cracked up pretty bad but it's all fixable. I feel bad for the bike, the newness is but a fond memory now. But just like Bartertown, we will rebuild.
A lapse in attention was all it took. I locked the brakes up in a turn and the backend came around sideways, then a second of silence as the bike slammed on it's side throwing me clear. As soon as I hit the asphalt I jumped up and said damn. I guess it had to happen sooner or later, just glad it happened in a safe place. Left a cool skid mark.
I have battle scars on my jacket now. The tally - mirror shattered, fairings broken in several places (front and back), blinkers scraped, handle bar bent and bar end scraped, clutch lever scraped, gear shift bent, little ding in the gas tank from the handle bar, pegs a little scraped, other side fairing has a couple of long black marks from my boot being dragged all the way across it.
And I rode it back home, you're going to have to kill me m*ther f*cker, I just keep getting back up for more. And I'm going to ride tomorrow, how do you like me now? I bent the gear shifter back out with a mallet at work, and did some more adjusting when I got home. The guys at work nicknamed me Evil Kenevil. "Sh*t happens", deal with it.
A lapse in attention was all it took. I locked the brakes up in a turn and the backend came around sideways, then a second of silence as the bike slammed on it's side throwing me clear. As soon as I hit the asphalt I jumped up and said damn. I guess it had to happen sooner or later, just glad it happened in a safe place. Left a cool skid mark.
I have battle scars on my jacket now. The tally - mirror shattered, fairings broken in several places (front and back), blinkers scraped, handle bar bent and bar end scraped, clutch lever scraped, gear shift bent, little ding in the gas tank from the handle bar, pegs a little scraped, other side fairing has a couple of long black marks from my boot being dragged all the way across it.
And I rode it back home, you're going to have to kill me m*ther f*cker, I just keep getting back up for more. And I'm going to ride tomorrow, how do you like me now? I bent the gear shifter back out with a mallet at work, and did some more adjusting when I got home. The guys at work nicknamed me Evil Kenevil. "Sh*t happens", deal with it.