Fred
M em b er e d
I was riding my FZ to the dealership to have it serviced and was on the access road for the main highway. I needed to get up to the highway, as the access road is a lot slower.
There was a Bubba On-Ramp ahead. (That's my term for a dirt track made by various pickup truck drivers deciding "I want to get on the highway here.")
It was a 45 degree slope and covered in large rocks, but I stopped to look at it and decided I could make it.
Then it went all wrong. Starting off, I gave it way too much gas, dumped the clutch, and the bike shot out from under me. I landed on my back and the bike did a full flip about five feet off the ground.
I wasn't hurt. The bike took some damage. The fairing got some scratches and in places it became soft and gooey. The red paint faded to look like it had been in the sun for years. But I stood the bike up and it was ridable. So I got back on and kept riding, thinking,"It'll polish out with some turtle wax."
Around this time my cat Aylee decided that I needed to feed her, so she woke me up by batting at my face with her claws. The FZ6 is parked in the driveway and is doing just fine.
A very weird dream indeed. That's the last time I eat curry right before I go to bed. And I should have known it was a dream. "I was riding my FZ to the dealership to have it serviced." I'd only do that in a dream!
Fred
There was a Bubba On-Ramp ahead. (That's my term for a dirt track made by various pickup truck drivers deciding "I want to get on the highway here.")
It was a 45 degree slope and covered in large rocks, but I stopped to look at it and decided I could make it.
Then it went all wrong. Starting off, I gave it way too much gas, dumped the clutch, and the bike shot out from under me. I landed on my back and the bike did a full flip about five feet off the ground.
I wasn't hurt. The bike took some damage. The fairing got some scratches and in places it became soft and gooey. The red paint faded to look like it had been in the sun for years. But I stood the bike up and it was ridable. So I got back on and kept riding, thinking,"It'll polish out with some turtle wax."
Around this time my cat Aylee decided that I needed to feed her, so she woke me up by batting at my face with her claws. The FZ6 is parked in the driveway and is doing just fine.
A very weird dream indeed. That's the last time I eat curry right before I go to bed. And I should have known it was a dream. "I was riding my FZ to the dealership to have it serviced." I'd only do that in a dream!
Fred