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Apparently I felt bad enough for Ivan, that I didn't want him healing up all alone. I went out last night on a ride at the MoM rally. I can apparently do twisties at 100+mph while taking pics... but I can't maneuver @ 15 mph in a parking lot. Bleached concrete with bleached gravel acting like little ball bearings ( I couldn't see any gravel).. turn right a bit and just touch the front brake and an amusing show ensues. The severity of the humor greatly depends on which side of the handlebars you were on at the time though.
I went down so fast, that my right hand was still on the grip when I hit the ground, instead of having my hand stuck out reflexively... giving my poor pinky a large amount of the impact. It hurts more than the rest of me.. lol. My pants tore bad enough that I was close to an exposing situation.. and I had been the proud owner of this UnderArmor knock off shirt for just about an hour or two.
I picked the bike and myself up, and went into the store to try to get all the gravel out of my arm. I needed some help, so I had Wildkat come into the restroom and handed her my pocket knife to dig out one of the larger chunks. She couldn't see it, so I stuck the knife in and and said, "Do you hear that?" as I ground the tip against the rock. The look on her face with a very evident sympathy pain/ gross out was PRICELESS!! lol. I finally got the rock moved around to where she could dig it out... while I laughed at her again.. and we cleaned it back up a bit, then headed out. We rode to get some bandages and antibiotic ointment, then rode back to their place for the pics.
The bike took it pretty well. I need to replace the alternator cover for cosmetic reasons. It still works, but looks terrible. I ground on the fairing a bit and scratched the right side of my new windshield, and the rear passenger footpeg will need to be relaced, along with a turn signal. When we got to the house and Kat told Trainzz I had gone down, he immediately came out to where I was, walked right by me, and started checking out the bike. Last of the caring loving hearts, that guy has...
Hoping to heal like an 18 year old.. (Fat chance for a fat guy.. but hoping anyway!)
Tod
I went down so fast, that my right hand was still on the grip when I hit the ground, instead of having my hand stuck out reflexively... giving my poor pinky a large amount of the impact. It hurts more than the rest of me.. lol. My pants tore bad enough that I was close to an exposing situation.. and I had been the proud owner of this UnderArmor knock off shirt for just about an hour or two.
I picked the bike and myself up, and went into the store to try to get all the gravel out of my arm. I needed some help, so I had Wildkat come into the restroom and handed her my pocket knife to dig out one of the larger chunks. She couldn't see it, so I stuck the knife in and and said, "Do you hear that?" as I ground the tip against the rock. The look on her face with a very evident sympathy pain/ gross out was PRICELESS!! lol. I finally got the rock moved around to where she could dig it out... while I laughed at her again.. and we cleaned it back up a bit, then headed out. We rode to get some bandages and antibiotic ointment, then rode back to their place for the pics.
The bike took it pretty well. I need to replace the alternator cover for cosmetic reasons. It still works, but looks terrible. I ground on the fairing a bit and scratched the right side of my new windshield, and the rear passenger footpeg will need to be relaced, along with a turn signal. When we got to the house and Kat told Trainzz I had gone down, he immediately came out to where I was, walked right by me, and started checking out the bike. Last of the caring loving hearts, that guy has...
Hoping to heal like an 18 year old.. (Fat chance for a fat guy.. but hoping anyway!)
Tod
Of course, I suppose the advertised danger of riding that you all are supplying gives me the encouragement I need to keep wearing all my gear in the 95 degree weather we are having...
did something similar several years ago. gravel rash was nowhere as bad as dislocated rib. for next two weeks coughing or sneezing was acompanied by tissues to wipe away tear or two. sympathies brother, get well. Trainzz got it right, he saw u were alive and could look after urself. bike can't repair itself.
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