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- Aug 11, 2009
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Well, "IT" happened. On my way into one of my favorite watering holes, I was pulling out around back. This place used to be a gold driving range, so there are about 50 concrete pads where the driving mats used to be, they make perfect spots for parking a bike. They also keep the area nicely mowed so riding back there and hanging out is pleasant. Pleasant untill the grass gets dew damp in the evenings...... Riding out back, around 15-20 mph, front brake, slippery grass, Ole Snort spit me off like a wad of rotton Red man.
Broken right foot peg, bent up shift lever, torn shift boot, grass in bar end mirror, bruised signal (now I know why they suggest short stalks in front), bruised shoulder, ribs and EGO. A couple of guys came out helped pick me up and dust me off...... All bikers and they ALL understand. Thanked them all, bought a round of beers and told them, "Don't try this at home".
Swoosh, you aint the only one
Broken right foot peg, bent up shift lever, torn shift boot, grass in bar end mirror, bruised signal (now I know why they suggest short stalks in front), bruised shoulder, ribs and EGO. A couple of guys came out helped pick me up and dust me off...... All bikers and they ALL understand. Thanked them all, bought a round of beers and told them, "Don't try this at home".
Swoosh, you aint the only one