Near Death Experiences
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
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Motorbike moronics
Racing some guy on a Suzuki away from a traffic light on my Yamaha 650. I was beating him, too, when a female in a pickup truck abruptly turns right in front of us. Other guy hits his brakes and stops successfully. I dump the Yamaha, but not quickly enough. I describe a perfect arc across the hood of the truck, skid on my front for 50 feet or so, and come to a stop.
Jump to my feet immediately, feel no pain. Excellent - I've gotten away with it!. Police arrive - officer looks at me and suggests that he call an ambulance. "Just to be sure?" says I, still feeling perfectly fine. He simply points to my left knee which appears to have detached itself, and is sliding down my shin. Bone is curiously white, and there's very little blood. Unlike the backs of my ankles, where I've nicked both achilles tendons, and grated off most of the skin.
It's a great way to become a chickenshit biker with full leathers instead of just a bomber jacket and dress pants. And it still hurts in humid weather.
( , Fri 26 Nov 2004, 19:22, Reply)
Racing some guy on a Suzuki away from a traffic light on my Yamaha 650. I was beating him, too, when a female in a pickup truck abruptly turns right in front of us. Other guy hits his brakes and stops successfully. I dump the Yamaha, but not quickly enough. I describe a perfect arc across the hood of the truck, skid on my front for 50 feet or so, and come to a stop.
Jump to my feet immediately, feel no pain. Excellent - I've gotten away with it!. Police arrive - officer looks at me and suggests that he call an ambulance. "Just to be sure?" says I, still feeling perfectly fine. He simply points to my left knee which appears to have detached itself, and is sliding down my shin. Bone is curiously white, and there's very little blood. Unlike the backs of my ankles, where I've nicked both achilles tendons, and grated off most of the skin.
It's a great way to become a chickenshit biker with full leathers instead of just a bomber jacket and dress pants. And it still hurts in humid weather.
( , Fri 26 Nov 2004, 19:22, Reply)
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