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When you don't have a garage, and your bike is parked right outside your main entrance.. there isn't a day that goes by that you don't think of putting a smile on your face. If the sun peeks out from behind the clouds just long enough for you to think riding is a good idea... well you know what to do.
It was a brisk yet very tolerable day out today in the low to mid 40's, so I geared up and turned the key on. I was focused on being extra careful, because most of the back roads I jaunt tend to be covered in debris or a winter mix of: "you're going to fall if you turn on this." All was great, but I was getting tired of having to be cautious leaning around turns - so I decided to take some suburban streets instead of my usual mountain thoroughfares.
I chose a road that I've driven in my car for the past several years. It begins with a sharp left, which immediately runs into an abrupt drop that will take your breath away in any vehicle if you're traveling at a good rate of speed. Of course I twisted the throttle to get my jolly on, and proceeded into a right turn which is followed by a straight 1/4 mile... I think my right foot reacted before I could even process what the heck I was stabbing the brake to avoid..
As my rear tire locks and skids towards the shoulder I feel the bike tipping to the left, in a split second I actually thought this: "Holy s*it.. there is a road full of roosters, I'm about to fall, why the heck is the road full of roosters, how am I going to handle this.. I am approaching quickly, damn it my tire is locked, WHY IS THE ROAD FULL OF ROOSTERS!?!?"
I guess the fox left the coupe door open? In any case, I kicked the shifter down to 3'rd,, yanked the throttle open and the sudden jolt righted the bike and I just missed the birds. I thought to myself, "I'm kinda hungry for chicken tonight, I ought to circle back-round' and bring home some dinner."
Good times..
It was a brisk yet very tolerable day out today in the low to mid 40's, so I geared up and turned the key on. I was focused on being extra careful, because most of the back roads I jaunt tend to be covered in debris or a winter mix of: "you're going to fall if you turn on this." All was great, but I was getting tired of having to be cautious leaning around turns - so I decided to take some suburban streets instead of my usual mountain thoroughfares.
I chose a road that I've driven in my car for the past several years. It begins with a sharp left, which immediately runs into an abrupt drop that will take your breath away in any vehicle if you're traveling at a good rate of speed. Of course I twisted the throttle to get my jolly on, and proceeded into a right turn which is followed by a straight 1/4 mile... I think my right foot reacted before I could even process what the heck I was stabbing the brake to avoid..
As my rear tire locks and skids towards the shoulder I feel the bike tipping to the left, in a split second I actually thought this: "Holy s*it.. there is a road full of roosters, I'm about to fall, why the heck is the road full of roosters, how am I going to handle this.. I am approaching quickly, damn it my tire is locked, WHY IS THE ROAD FULL OF ROOSTERS!?!?"
I guess the fox left the coupe door open? In any case, I kicked the shifter down to 3'rd,, yanked the throttle open and the sudden jolt righted the bike and I just missed the birds. I thought to myself, "I'm kinda hungry for chicken tonight, I ought to circle back-round' and bring home some dinner."
Good times..
Whew.....
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