Sometimes it just takes a near death experience...
I almost died yesterday. I was camping for a couple of days in Kings Canyon/Sequoia National parks. The scenery is breathtaking and the roads are a blast to ride. That was until I took that hair pin turn. I could see that the turn was sharp and didn't have one of those yellow signs telling you the recommended speed. Not uncommon. As I came around the turn, my rear wheel broke loose. I'm not sure if it was something in the road, but who knows? That was when I saw the SUV.
When I was regaining traction I could see this thing headed right for me going into the turn. Because of the loss of traction, I was partly in his lane. When we hit, my whole shifter assembly was ripped off of the frame, the alternator cover has a hole in it, and the new shaft guard I made is dented. When I knew that we were probably going to hit I gassed it, leaned hard as hell to the right and hoped I could avoid him. He ended up with a jacked up tire and rim. Time was moving so slow that I was able to get ,out of the way of more sever danger. I could even see the look on the guys face while he "prayed that I wouldn't end up on his wind shield". I was lucky that I was able to kick my leg back in time or I'd probably be full of screws, nuts, and bolts or possibly lost the lower leg all together.courtesy of the local ER.
The main reason I bring this up isn't for attention or for anyone to thing how cool I am because I risk possible death every time I ride. This has to do with something entirely different. As The front of the car passed me I was well beyond a 45 degree angle, throttle wide open and wondering if I was going to go home or the morgue. All I could think about is C. I was just so afraid that I'd leave her alone. I guess it took almost becoming roadkill to figure out just how much another person can mean to me.
So, do me a favor. Whom ever you love or are in love with, tell them. Always make sure they know with complete certainty. No matter what you do, there is always the risk of not coming back. One day you might not.
When I was regaining traction I could see this thing headed right for me going into the turn. Because of the loss of traction, I was partly in his lane. When we hit, my whole shifter assembly was ripped off of the frame, the alternator cover has a hole in it, and the new shaft guard I made is dented. When I knew that we were probably going to hit I gassed it, leaned hard as hell to the right and hoped I could avoid him. He ended up with a jacked up tire and rim. Time was moving so slow that I was able to get ,out of the way of more sever danger. I could even see the look on the guys face while he "prayed that I wouldn't end up on his wind shield". I was lucky that I was able to kick my leg back in time or I'd probably be full of screws, nuts, and bolts or possibly lost the lower leg all together.courtesy of the local ER.
The main reason I bring this up isn't for attention or for anyone to thing how cool I am because I risk possible death every time I ride. This has to do with something entirely different. As The front of the car passed me I was well beyond a 45 degree angle, throttle wide open and wondering if I was going to go home or the morgue. All I could think about is C. I was just so afraid that I'd leave her alone. I guess it took almost becoming roadkill to figure out just how much another person can mean to me.
So, do me a favor. Whom ever you love or are in love with, tell them. Always make sure they know with complete certainty. No matter what you do, there is always the risk of not coming back. One day you might not.