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Yes sir I've seen about every video on youtube of every type of deer strike and end results. Excepting the ones the bike lands on pilot breaking to death, the goriest was a big twin curiser catching a buck between the foot pads and crash bars and draging it 1/2 mile before pilot noticed, leaving 1/2 mile long ground meat and blood trail - but was able to pull over fine. Only the bikes hitting animals over 65 mph have videos of deer breaking up more that bike and not taking rider down.
I have so much experience with close deer calls and other animals, EVERY single one being a sudden side leap no chance to react too - I am most comfortable at 80-85 mph at night. Its only a bit more comfortable than going WOT head long into opposing motorcycle gang movie attack. Every time I think its a waste of time to run constant video for close calls, I get the breath jerked out of me in car. So my quandry is if its a waste of life and machine to try to risk riding as for sure normal sane behavior is more deadly than my seeming cavalier balls to the wall commuting tactics. Its so real a risk tears come to my eyes when I think of how my wife will get along when I'm gone or an invalid cripple drooling saliva and stool for her. Enjoy your own carefree rides please.
Also tears of wasted money if only a few weeks before motorcycle trashed again. Only got about 6 wks out of SV sitting up a year for electrical failure and took extra time to refinish stuff I'd removed to access frame. Will be most of a year sitting from last summers dual goat pain.
Forgot if I mentioned it or not but I've had 2 scary events when completely stopped in time a few yards away from a Big Black Bovine Bull and a Big Buck Elk, both ignoring me until I made a bit of a blip to hint them out of the road, but both swung around in challenge head horns lowered - steam shooting out nostrils and hoving the ground - about to charge - before I freaked and really gave em a NOTRONSNORTING to startle them just as muscles flexed to launch.
Both bulls weighed about 3x's me and bike total mass. Both places had drop offs with short rail not even knee high to clear.
So how lucky do ya feel Punk!
I have so much experience with close deer calls and other animals, EVERY single one being a sudden side leap no chance to react too - I am most comfortable at 80-85 mph at night. Its only a bit more comfortable than going WOT head long into opposing motorcycle gang movie attack. Every time I think its a waste of time to run constant video for close calls, I get the breath jerked out of me in car. So my quandry is if its a waste of life and machine to try to risk riding as for sure normal sane behavior is more deadly than my seeming cavalier balls to the wall commuting tactics. Its so real a risk tears come to my eyes when I think of how my wife will get along when I'm gone or an invalid cripple drooling saliva and stool for her. Enjoy your own carefree rides please.
Also tears of wasted money if only a few weeks before motorcycle trashed again. Only got about 6 wks out of SV sitting up a year for electrical failure and took extra time to refinish stuff I'd removed to access frame. Will be most of a year sitting from last summers dual goat pain.
Forgot if I mentioned it or not but I've had 2 scary events when completely stopped in time a few yards away from a Big Black Bovine Bull and a Big Buck Elk, both ignoring me until I made a bit of a blip to hint them out of the road, but both swung around in challenge head horns lowered - steam shooting out nostrils and hoving the ground - about to charge - before I freaked and really gave em a NOTRONSNORTING to startle them just as muscles flexed to launch.
Both bulls weighed about 3x's me and bike total mass. Both places had drop offs with short rail not even knee high to clear.
So how lucky do ya feel Punk!
No bike yet so no new innocent deaths to report, just another routine non collision encounter I thought to video today while in my ole cage. Someday someone will believe me about Ms Peel tri-linked wonder to lean turns like mad in glee and only thing I can practice her hot lines on is inside 4 wheel cages that lean almost as much. Never blast through any blinds/crests feeling too lucky to worry.
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alWq81XigAU[/video]
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alWq81XigAU[/video]
I rode Trixie on hwy last time about 3 wk ago on errands, two cases of beer and SUV storage cover, till early after noon, then planned to head back off to work to return before dark but had to carry extra stuff so took car instead and on return another deer leaped to its death and my headlights/grill. Pushed electric fan into radiator but lucked out no leaks. It could of / should of been Trixie and my end. Anywho I need something to hold stream lining lens covers over new recessed lights in Peel's fairing so looked up vortex generators to find part of the solution, then deer jitters made me think of whistles and found Save-a-Deer which will solve the rest of the mounts. Also made me wonder WTF, save people's lives & limb and property yes sir, but deer?? That's crazy talk to a deer killer like me. The user reports sure struck home on how alerted deer react, but only time I've seen them do that is ambulance siren and low helicopters looking for plants, oh and when I aim Peel at them loud on pipe! hehe they do learn or remember after only one encounter. Late fall wife said 6 deer near house stiffened up frooze on hearing first rumbles 1/2 mile away and they huffed then scattered up the Mt side when I got within 100 yd. Kwel! I've had them try to beat me to my garage pad apporaching from behind. A 35 mph deer strike on a 5 mph motorcycle causes injury to all concerned. No long time locals here have whistles but one blasts hound dog via PA system and another runs old police siren. I've got hunting pack and Mountain Lion screams saved for Peels PA.
http://www.deerwhistle.com/?gclid=CPe70 ... tgodwBCpBQ
Truth of the matter is once in a saddle you ain't in full control of life and death. read and weep.
http://www.ibmwr.org/otech/deerw.html
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Steve,
your idea of a "road" looks like the fire roads in local off-road areas that we only ride with serious dirt bikes. More power to you, but I think I'll stick to pavement with my Commando. At my age those fire roads are hard enough on a good dirt bike. I can't picture trying to manage my Commando on them.
Ken
your idea of a "road" looks like the fire roads in local off-road areas that we only ride with serious dirt bikes. More power to you, but I think I'll stick to pavement with my Commando. At my age those fire roads are hard enough on a good dirt bike. I can't picture trying to manage my Commando on them.
Ken
All Gravel is Snotty Looseness to everyone, even the deer spin out on their butts often when I bare down on them so no mater which way they go its out of the way. Dodging 'em while they kick and squirm to regain feet causes some of my most intense handling moments I wish for a side car not be get knocked over.
This dead deer section is an Ozark Gravel freeway, 4 tire ruts wide and then some most its length. Fairly easy to ride unless kicking up heels or have to put on brakes or maneuver much unplanned for ahead of time, then oh ugh. Then there's the 3 rut lanes one must get to very edge to let others pass. There's also a lot of 2 rut lanes that require tires off the edge to let others pass. Encounter here are so close even going 20 mph they fast in your face so no time to react but already expecting the unexpected so already always out of the way. School buses and postal delivery know they have Gov't protection so don't hold to their side over crests of tights so tend to pinch one off into the weeds. If only it were just weeds, not rocks, barbed wire, ditches and trees.
If you ever flinched at those movie shots of cycles shooting gaps in impossible traffic, it like that too often but w/o being choreographed ahead of time.
THE Death Event of my sanity sense of survival that forged Horrific hobot handling.
One night 1/5th ~100 yds way up river climb out, discovered I was first tires to follow after THE Grader grooming which fluffs up ~4" layer of pea to fist size stones, so rear began to just spin in place feathering throttle torque so bike slip-skip-slide off of wrong banked sweeper over edge, too steep too loose to walk on nor feet down to resist a drop, got So Angry that my timid normal thoughtful reasoned riding was going to crash me AGAIN, I went Ballistic Beserk!!! Red lining thru 1st so crank gryo kept bike up then rear weather vaned down slope to point bike back to 'road' crown and began to gain ground again by pure Gravel jets mass ejected by tire - too freaked out furious for fear & front still loaded digging random ruddering tank slapping - I Rebel YELLED in face of fire - snicked 2nd WOT and it hooked to lift front to just float over stuff essentially riding the rear like a salom water skier pivoting on tail skeg to fish tail upward - Crested about 60 into 90' sharp still convinced I was going crash as always had before in these condition, skewed SV sideways almost to low side but jerked a hi side up, at same time this slowed flight into fence, Elation hit - still in saddle! but also still on the Shitty Loose Snot heading for Dead Man's curve, a bluff point/peak 270' bad juju wrong bank hook back - mostly cleared of trees and fence d/t folks going over the edge taking scenery with them, For an instant tried to back off hi rev's but front dug in almost slapping us down *!*!* FUCK IT> FULL WOT> 9-10,000 rpm in 1st > front floated on top again then rear weather vaned down slope to point nose to apex above and skied that SOB around till it opened up into wider 2 ruts with loose long hump in the middle, Crap! SCREW IT> YEEHOOWWWW Snicked 2nd WOT and attacked that center hump like a boat wake criss-crossing and catching some air, hitting as obliquity unstable upseting crash inducing angles as I could > time after time after time over rocks limbs lumps holes, nothing would crash me in that psychotic state but smacking direct into it. I am a permanent injured impaired dead man ridding on borrowed time ever since.
Throwing a racer on its chin fairing folding peg up till front is slapping chassis out of control then NAIL it to fly up to settle it down into funner freedoms is child's play compared.
Kings River approach in 'normal' packed down state.
So I learned to really ride wild on them dam corner crippled modern balloon tire rigids. Eventually I tested Peel in same conditions to be amazed how much better hook up and control. SV could only get to loe 60's on the climb but I had to back off on Peel in upper 70's to make the sharp 90's at top. No luxury of hill climber run out at top, or the bottoms, the hardest parts out here.
This dead deer section is an Ozark Gravel freeway, 4 tire ruts wide and then some most its length. Fairly easy to ride unless kicking up heels or have to put on brakes or maneuver much unplanned for ahead of time, then oh ugh. Then there's the 3 rut lanes one must get to very edge to let others pass. There's also a lot of 2 rut lanes that require tires off the edge to let others pass. Encounter here are so close even going 20 mph they fast in your face so no time to react but already expecting the unexpected so already always out of the way. School buses and postal delivery know they have Gov't protection so don't hold to their side over crests of tights so tend to pinch one off into the weeds. If only it were just weeds, not rocks, barbed wire, ditches and trees.
If you ever flinched at those movie shots of cycles shooting gaps in impossible traffic, it like that too often but w/o being choreographed ahead of time.
THE Death Event of my sanity sense of survival that forged Horrific hobot handling.
One night 1/5th ~100 yds way up river climb out, discovered I was first tires to follow after THE Grader grooming which fluffs up ~4" layer of pea to fist size stones, so rear began to just spin in place feathering throttle torque so bike slip-skip-slide off of wrong banked sweeper over edge, too steep too loose to walk on nor feet down to resist a drop, got So Angry that my timid normal thoughtful reasoned riding was going to crash me AGAIN, I went Ballistic Beserk!!! Red lining thru 1st so crank gryo kept bike up then rear weather vaned down slope to point bike back to 'road' crown and began to gain ground again by pure Gravel jets mass ejected by tire - too freaked out furious for fear & front still loaded digging random ruddering tank slapping - I Rebel YELLED in face of fire - snicked 2nd WOT and it hooked to lift front to just float over stuff essentially riding the rear like a salom water skier pivoting on tail skeg to fish tail upward - Crested about 60 into 90' sharp still convinced I was going crash as always had before in these condition, skewed SV sideways almost to low side but jerked a hi side up, at same time this slowed flight into fence, Elation hit - still in saddle! but also still on the Shitty Loose Snot heading for Dead Man's curve, a bluff point/peak 270' bad juju wrong bank hook back - mostly cleared of trees and fence d/t folks going over the edge taking scenery with them, For an instant tried to back off hi rev's but front dug in almost slapping us down *!*!* FUCK IT> FULL WOT> 9-10,000 rpm in 1st > front floated on top again then rear weather vaned down slope to point nose to apex above and skied that SOB around till it opened up into wider 2 ruts with loose long hump in the middle, Crap! SCREW IT> YEEHOOWWWW Snicked 2nd WOT and attacked that center hump like a boat wake criss-crossing and catching some air, hitting as obliquity unstable upseting crash inducing angles as I could > time after time after time over rocks limbs lumps holes, nothing would crash me in that psychotic state but smacking direct into it. I am a permanent injured impaired dead man ridding on borrowed time ever since.
Throwing a racer on its chin fairing folding peg up till front is slapping chassis out of control then NAIL it to fly up to settle it down into funner freedoms is child's play compared.
Kings River approach in 'normal' packed down state.
So I learned to really ride wild on them dam corner crippled modern balloon tire rigids. Eventually I tested Peel in same conditions to be amazed how much better hook up and control. SV could only get to loe 60's on the climb but I had to back off on Peel in upper 70's to make the sharp 90's at top. No luxury of hill climber run out at top, or the bottoms, the hardest parts out here.
Oh man don't I know it, no elephants on the rag here, like over there.
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhPm9-Xb07M[/video]
Still Ms Peels tires and my boots almost got eat up by a huge allagator turtle whoose jaw could reach all the way around tire and rim on to spokes like putting a thick cord deep in jaws of shears - I-you ain't never heard a tire sound like that being pinched and twisted and shook at once, me hopping to either side as it was mostly under bike kicking its *ocupied* head to let go before tire popped or rims buckled. I'd pulled over and down in grassy ditch to watch the show at safe distance I thought. We meet the strangest things on a Commando.
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhPm9-Xb07M[/video]
Still Ms Peels tires and my boots almost got eat up by a huge allagator turtle whoose jaw could reach all the way around tire and rim on to spokes like putting a thick cord deep in jaws of shears - I-you ain't never heard a tire sound like that being pinched and twisted and shook at once, me hopping to either side as it was mostly under bike kicking its *ocupied* head to let go before tire popped or rims buckled. I'd pulled over and down in grassy ditch to watch the show at safe distance I thought. We meet the strangest things on a Commando.
I think it was spierman that photo'd flying pink piglets as side of road and discovered a dangerous fault to catch by stooping to take in the strangeness of life while on a Commando. I had no camera at the time and couldn't find again on line the monster size its takes two dudes to lift and control, double take scale, so of course i pulled over to see the show, ugh, up too dam close. If ya ride ya can get hurt or worse. How lucky do we punks feel or is this another good day for us or something else to die. I have no doubts - behind all sciences at base of existence, its pure magic, so Safe Journeys to the end. hobot
We have those in Wisconsin, we call them snapping turtles. My dad and his friends hunt them. They make really good soup. A dozen different types of meat in them. Nasty buggers, the jaw will still clamp closed for 24 hours after the head is cut off. We have caught 30 to 40 pounders and occasionally a 50 pounder. They use coho hooks and rotten meat to catch them. And a large rebar "t" pounded into the ground and 1/4 inch nylon rope. More than once the hooks have been found straightened out and stripped clean.
Oh my yes indeed real monsters lurk in pond and lakes and bogs. We call em snappers too but rest of the world don't is all. If I'd been in car there'd been not adventure, if I'd been on my SV650 there'd been nil adventure too as would not of rolled that far and steep down the slope/ditch to get off hwy with a crowd of cars gathering for the show, 2 dudes wanted to toss in their PU as they like turtle too, but it fought em off on the pavement, chopped axle handle and 2x4 e to splinters type fight, so they kicked the SOB off road & over edge of the slope, then Show Was ON me! Only my handy Combat, Ms Peel, by then was no thought drop into trial bike parking spot. It took some minutes of kicking, hallowing and jumping sides hollowering, to finally get it off to one side and me the other to walk us out of danger. I'd shut off so no power to just avoid the once in life time event.
There is another once in life-time event d/t a big snapping turtle, after climbing out of - clearing twisties it opened to a mile long straight to a bridge low point then climbs steeply up again for 1/2 mile. Its a great place to relax at WOT to nearly top speed after all the cautious tights, I let her rip, seeing the turtle in my lane to easy avoid, then a PU truck appears at far crest to accelerate like me to the bridge meeting point, I though nothing of it the place is made for it, then suddenly he swerves head on into my lane to smash the big turtle then veered back with us closing at like 180 mph! We all enjoy the wild life in the Natural State here don't ya know.
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Closer to what almost eat Peels tires to the axle and my boots to the ankle.
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my big month don't impress me sitting at home too afraid to ride after 2 more deer smacks on car this mo. just getting to pavement. Don't watch if not wanting to put self in similar sick to stomach trauma shock. 10+ min boring in populated area then from about 7:30 on ... screaming in agony but not half way loud enough to express it... I hear em all the time now,.. how lucky does this punk feel...
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atCrbQv5P3k&feature=related[/video]
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atCrbQv5P3k&feature=related[/video]
batrider said:
Shorts, T-shirts, sandals and no helmet seem to be de rigueur among the Harley and cruiser set where I live. These morons have a $25,000+ Harley, $5,000+ worth of tattoos and no medical insurance and I'm damn sick of paying for their hospital bills. A helicopter ride to the hospital runs about $25,000. A 2-3 week stay in a hospital will easily run $500,000.
Dang Bot,
with all the collisions and runs you have had you best not be riding anything on two wheels on the 405 in LA or the OC. You'd be the one hauled off in the meat wagon. Cells phone and that texting thing would put you under the wheels of an asian's woman's mini van or mercedes. Heal well and take care.
with all the collisions and runs you have had you best not be riding anything on two wheels on the 405 in LA or the OC. You'd be the one hauled off in the meat wagon. Cells phone and that texting thing would put you under the wheels of an asian's woman's mini van or mercedes. Heal well and take care.
Ugh, i cut my teeth on a P!! dragster in capital of Fla. and Miami, with some of the worlds first freeways, then for couple years on it in biggest city in Texas, Houston when everyone ran 80 mph often even in rush hour in hey days of cheap gas. Back then mothers thought they were saving their children to run a m-cyclist off the road. Traffic or animals no one is immune armored or not though leathers have held floppy shattered joints together to get out from under bike and sort of crawl or limp away. i don't know how to resolve the logic not to ride with irrational desire. We are all stupid idiots to ride cycles.
Talking it out with others here is therapy to work though the il-logic of it. Its tough enough to endure the short lasting acute pain but head and spinal injury reactions days or weeks or months later have been so bad I had to talk my self out of ending it while loosing my mind in pain delirium. Best of luck to us all.
Talking it out with others here is therapy to work though the il-logic of it. Its tough enough to endure the short lasting acute pain but head and spinal injury reactions days or weeks or months later have been so bad I had to talk my self out of ending it while loosing my mind in pain delirium. Best of luck to us all.
That imaginary bike Steve ?
Built by those imaginary specialists as a imaginary recreation project out of imaginay materials ( classified anyway - so imaginary to most )
on a imaginary site doeing Drill Rig Development . :wink: .
Bit of a bother , still remember the clout on the ear for looseing the mag. Think a Olds / 52 Chev and another cut around 10 sec.
Six entrants in the Annual Shadey Rest Drag Race meeting ( all this is imaginary ) at the Imaginary Aifield . I imageine the time
I saw for the bike , and picture , were imaginary . They were definately un Fing believable, Now . But understandable in the circumstances .
You can imagine when I lost his glider he spent a year building , I was slightly concerned as to the consequence . Merely speechless , For TWO weeks .
Pity he only had one glider to loose . :x
Running Pure Nitro , like I said . the Commies wouldve killed for it for scrap metal . I believe your roadside vehical collectors made of with it
on a trailer .But the were wearing hats and overcoats , Did it disapeare in winter or did the cosminauts get it . One damn fast Norton in Russia
if they did . :shock:
http://www.caradvice.com.au/185905/auto ... -60-years/
Might pay to see if these blokes can help us . Havnt heard anything from the Brother . will have to get a Telephone . :|
Built by those imaginary specialists as a imaginary recreation project out of imaginay materials ( classified anyway - so imaginary to most )
on a imaginary site doeing Drill Rig Development . :wink: .
Bit of a bother , still remember the clout on the ear for looseing the mag. Think a Olds / 52 Chev and another cut around 10 sec.
Six entrants in the Annual Shadey Rest Drag Race meeting ( all this is imaginary ) at the Imaginary Aifield . I imageine the time
I saw for the bike , and picture , were imaginary . They were definately un Fing believable, Now . But understandable in the circumstances .
You can imagine when I lost his glider he spent a year building , I was slightly concerned as to the consequence . Merely speechless , For TWO weeks .
Pity he only had one glider to loose . :x
Running Pure Nitro , like I said . the Commies wouldve killed for it for scrap metal . I believe your roadside vehical collectors made of with it
on a trailer .But the were wearing hats and overcoats , Did it disapeare in winter or did the cosminauts get it . One damn fast Norton in Russia
if they did . :shock:
http://www.caradvice.com.au/185905/auto ... -60-years/
Might pay to see if these blokes can help us . Havnt heard anything from the Brother . will have to get a Telephone . :|
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