Me and My Bike
Well I was overdue to spend some time on the new bike this weekend. Took off for a really nice stroll down River Road - a nice rural road running the length of the Sacramento river on the west bank. Beautiful day, nice cool breeze, no other vehicles in my direction - couldn'd be more perfect. Then when I went to turn around, it happened. I found myself in a patch of gravel, she spun out underneath me and I spilled. No real damage - just completely dazed and confused. A trucker stopped and helped me pick my bike up (she is over 550 pounds). So I got back on her, still dazed and not really sure what just happened, rode the 45 minutes back home and pondered life.
They say all motorcyclists have their moment when their bike lays down taking you with it - almost always emotionally and often physically. Relative to bike accidents this was a mere blip that cost nothing but a few chips to my confidence. I tell myself I am allowed to make a stupid mistake and that I picked the perfect time and place for it - no one around and no major injuries. I am completely sore from it still - in a "my body feels like it went through a meat grinder" sorta way - but in the end I know it will all be good.
My lesson this time?
Don't ride my motorcycle in gravel!
