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This thread now shows how much most have their thinking heads in the mud while wiggling rump ends up in the air spouting smelly farts of how wise they are by being aware and careful for conditions while on a motorcycle. LOL till Crying out Loud. Like saying its safe to go out in yard as "most" the land mines, torpedoes and snare traps have been cleared. I can't forget the dead friends I knew and strangers I read about killed no fault of their own but out enjoying their sane safe cycle ride. My cycling no matter my rates is always with a sense of impending death, which is part to freedom sense I am addicted too, like most of you in denial. Fact of the matter is I almost never ever get close calls when riding rather aggressively to point of standing out and even scaring those around me, yet get routine close calls the more I just blend in the flow. Till I moved to Ozarks I was a BIG City critter on dragster lane spltting and passing lines of cars/trucks/busses in glee, mostly too fast for any to move in the way in time, even if they wanted too, unless on purpose or by accident ahead of time. Just consider the paid dispathcers on two wheels we hardly ever hear about getting hurt no fault of their own. Another thing that flys in the muddy thinking heads is if one routinely presses their selves into handling, braking, traction upsets, it builds survival reflexes that act faster from brain stem down than a slow thinking brain can. Think learning to play music.
I crash way more when going safe and sane straight and upright with best traction and handling reserves as possible. Last two take downs were d/t not going fast enough to be past danger before contact or too slow to go over or through the hazard. Last almost instant death event on Trixie was because I was not following a group of touring Harleys fast and close enough to really be associated with their pack so they went around a blind and a PU slowly pulled out thinking all clear with me coming around the bend so I passed its tail gate at 60 mph by less than an arm reach and the road ditch by two feet. This was on inside of fairly sharp sweeper so if trail braked would of risked slipping out into on coming lane or going under the PU tires.
Fate IS The Hunter -period end of story throw in the ole towel and go home to heaven or hell. Face up to it or not - but can't fool me about morocycler's sanity. I have left some big animals looking like this and just as easy could of been and may yet be me. I know my favorite hobby is really a blood sport and shudder for those that are missing out on my level of just slow easy going sight seeing thrills. Late club president Lee or Less, is still a multiple daily flash back, but less than on my buddy Joe with a '71 tri-linked Cdo in NYC that lost his only son who was on a cycle rally ride couple weeks ago... Joe tells me how much he'd press his cycles to escape worldly worries, so guess how he might take out his ongoing pains for me to worry about...
https://www.google.com/search?q=dead+mo ... 83&bih=410
I crash way more when going safe and sane straight and upright with best traction and handling reserves as possible. Last two take downs were d/t not going fast enough to be past danger before contact or too slow to go over or through the hazard. Last almost instant death event on Trixie was because I was not following a group of touring Harleys fast and close enough to really be associated with their pack so they went around a blind and a PU slowly pulled out thinking all clear with me coming around the bend so I passed its tail gate at 60 mph by less than an arm reach and the road ditch by two feet. This was on inside of fairly sharp sweeper so if trail braked would of risked slipping out into on coming lane or going under the PU tires.
Fate IS The Hunter -period end of story throw in the ole towel and go home to heaven or hell. Face up to it or not - but can't fool me about morocycler's sanity. I have left some big animals looking like this and just as easy could of been and may yet be me. I know my favorite hobby is really a blood sport and shudder for those that are missing out on my level of just slow easy going sight seeing thrills. Late club president Lee or Less, is still a multiple daily flash back, but less than on my buddy Joe with a '71 tri-linked Cdo in NYC that lost his only son who was on a cycle rally ride couple weeks ago... Joe tells me how much he'd press his cycles to escape worldly worries, so guess how he might take out his ongoing pains for me to worry about...
https://www.google.com/search?q=dead+mo ... 83&bih=410