She crossed three lanes of traffic and just plain did not stop. Pulled out right in front of me leaving me less than 25 feet to react at 35 MPH. Happened faster than a shutter on a high speed jap camera.
Bike is towed to my house and looks like crap, won't start, and I have 12 lousy days before my brother Manny shows up at my house to ride out to Az with me.
Right arm is ripped but it will be fine. 1 pair of Levis are toast as well.
Downtime due to weather is one thing, but downtime because your bike looks like an accordian is something else! This really sucks!
Going to rip off the fender and the crash bars and try and isolate the electrical in the morning.
Considering the wreck and how it came about, I suppose I did pretty good. I only ripped up one arm but what the hell... I have another one and this one will heal.
To top it all off, my wife, who is in Oklahoma helping her mom who just had surgery heard about the wreck hours ago from my son. When I finally get home and have her on the phone she asks if I am ok. I say, yea, I'll be fine. Then without missing a beat she says, "So I suppose you are going to buy another bike now so you can ride off with your friends?"
Ya know, that thought had never occured to me before that.
So now I am going to bed, letting my arm scab up so I can't move the damn thing in the morning, and when I get up the proper back pressue, I am going to fart in her pillow and then tell her I did so, two days after she gets back home.
Ain't life grand?
Bike is towed to my house and looks like crap, won't start, and I have 12 lousy days before my brother Manny shows up at my house to ride out to Az with me.
Right arm is ripped but it will be fine. 1 pair of Levis are toast as well.
Downtime due to weather is one thing, but downtime because your bike looks like an accordian is something else! This really sucks!
Going to rip off the fender and the crash bars and try and isolate the electrical in the morning.
Considering the wreck and how it came about, I suppose I did pretty good. I only ripped up one arm but what the hell... I have another one and this one will heal.
To top it all off, my wife, who is in Oklahoma helping her mom who just had surgery heard about the wreck hours ago from my son. When I finally get home and have her on the phone she asks if I am ok. I say, yea, I'll be fine. Then without missing a beat she says, "So I suppose you are going to buy another bike now so you can ride off with your friends?"
Ya know, that thought had never occured to me before that.
So now I am going to bed, letting my arm scab up so I can't move the damn thing in the morning, and when I get up the proper back pressue, I am going to fart in her pillow and then tell her I did so, two days after she gets back home.
Ain't life grand?