Italian mountain guy, appreciate you surviving experiences that fate dropped on ya.
I've only had a couple years on a drag bike Norton in early '70's, then a hiatus for 25 yrs in a big city that scared me too much to ride, then a few years in rual area, on and off Commandos and curvy SV650. We can correct/control our own attitude and riding cautions but no control when fate as the Hunter. Its was emergency saves that taught me bike extremes, then I began to practice on purpose, mostly to avoid limit risks. I've a number of crashes doing my aboslute best to be slow and graceful as possible talking to myself predicting traffic staying parked or in their lane and seeking even distance from all hazards about coasting along and get slapped down so fast I was cocking my head as sparks in front of me till pavement hit bone in hand still in out reached bar position, then snatched it up to tumble at same instant sparks resolved into peashooter end.
I write a lot about living it up on bikes this decade but its not dumb cavalier attitude. I ask each time if good day to die then test me condition by brake lock up on THE Gravel, If I'm not up for that then i either turn back or ride like granma in side car. First deer took 15 min to choke on its on blood and crushed innards, flopping and making terrible sounds every now and then. I was just as helpless lying next to it unable to breath either d/t neck injury that also made heart just quiver as waves of white noise pain crescendo'd to almost past out.
If not for both near death practice from drugs and yogic path I may have well froze to be found next day. I was able to move about 5 min after deer did last death jerking. Various major joints could not be used much, lower leg stayed on ground below shattered knee till skin elasticity snapped it back on shattered joint. Hip would pop out and poke a big knob under leg chaps. Lightening from head impact resolved to just fire works clusters. Damage took all the bargain out of my 2nd Combat, 3rd week of just timid commuting use.
If not for my professional experience I'd be full of metal parts and eaten up by drug reactions and decayed to point of pain - weakness just existing.
i'm past point of no return on my weird and wild Ms Peel project. My stock '72 just needs me to assemble engine and install, rest gone through after 1st deer. Now I'm wondering if I'm just stupid to face road fates again. I'm thinking of a type of tilting reverse trike to use Peel's 920 supercharged torque monster.
Here's some more gore since '01 when I had digi camera. Stories left out.
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