2old2ride
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My Fazer is a re-entry bike. I came around a blind corner on a back road on the Kentucky/Tennessee state line and there was a stake bed truck full of saplings a farmer had just cut down. He was in the center of the road, I was in the left of my lane. When he jerked the truck back into his lane, the load shifted and one of the saplings popped out through the side.
It was like a joust, sort of. Only I was on a Katana 750, not a horse. The Can-o'-Tuna was a good enough bike, it just was NOT agile. It's transition could be described as a wallow. It rolled from side to side with all the grace of a pregnant Dachshund. I wasn't going very fast, maybe 40 to 50 on a posted 25 corner, but fast enough to not want to put more lean on the bike.
So I tried to get back up, then lean the other way and cut behind the truck and the sapling. I didn't make it. The sapling hit the mirror then flexed and bounced up into my shoulder. My impact armor kept it from tearing off my arm.
I almost went down. The impact drove me and the bike back toward the road. I caught a peg, which I think kicked me back up although it put me in a two wheel slide. I started riding for real in Alaska on gravel roads where both wheels are sliding pretty much all the time. So I always figured if one of those wheels was sliding the direction I wanted to go I was ahead of the game. Any way, when I got sorted out the truck was gone so I went back home. My arm hurt so I went to the doc a few days later and the x-rays showed a broken arm. Just a little crack, not really a break. So after I fixed the bike I sold it and quit riding. That worked until '12 when I got the itch again. So when I found a cute little Fazer at a good price I jumped on it. All my 'loved' ones were extremely upset. Everyone of them told me I was too old to ride. Ok. If that is the way it is, then that's who I am.:Flip:
It was like a joust, sort of. Only I was on a Katana 750, not a horse. The Can-o'-Tuna was a good enough bike, it just was NOT agile. It's transition could be described as a wallow. It rolled from side to side with all the grace of a pregnant Dachshund. I wasn't going very fast, maybe 40 to 50 on a posted 25 corner, but fast enough to not want to put more lean on the bike.
So I tried to get back up, then lean the other way and cut behind the truck and the sapling. I didn't make it. The sapling hit the mirror then flexed and bounced up into my shoulder. My impact armor kept it from tearing off my arm.
I almost went down. The impact drove me and the bike back toward the road. I caught a peg, which I think kicked me back up although it put me in a two wheel slide. I started riding for real in Alaska on gravel roads where both wheels are sliding pretty much all the time. So I always figured if one of those wheels was sliding the direction I wanted to go I was ahead of the game. Any way, when I got sorted out the truck was gone so I went back home. My arm hurt so I went to the doc a few days later and the x-rays showed a broken arm. Just a little crack, not really a break. So after I fixed the bike I sold it and quit riding. That worked until '12 when I got the itch again. So when I found a cute little Fazer at a good price I jumped on it. All my 'loved' ones were extremely upset. Everyone of them told me I was too old to ride. Ok. If that is the way it is, then that's who I am.:Flip:
