07fatboy
23rd August 2007, 23:21
Tuesday morning a mate and I decided to hook up have some breaky and go for a ride...we hooked up had some brekky and coffee and planned an intended route ,as mate had just come back from a 7 week tour of europe and was hanging for a blast...anyhow away we goes cruising along and suddenly plans change we are going this way,ok that wasnt bad some warning woulda been good...here we go on the freeway now pushing lose your licence.impound vehicle,and walk home speeds and low and behold directions change again only this time going a wee bit too fast ahem,i had to swing from the outside lane and try to make the off ramp ,the bike has gone into a planned slide to try bring it into line with the off ramp...this dosent look good holey fuck I,m gonna stack this thing big time and its gonna hurt i let the brake go to straighten up and ....bang... hit the kurbing with the sign post on it for the next off ramp...jumped the fatty clean over it hit the road on the otherside bars collapsed down to the tank ,had to reef on them to getem back up before i went into a tank slapper then rolled to a stop kicked the stand out,fell of the bike holding my arse tryna get my breath back...meanwhile mate comes over and says that was the meanest ever harley jump hes ever seen he praised my good handling skills after the fact(was he for real)he said he could see my legs way above the bars in a superman position ,did well not to come off...well got the breath back and some feeling back in the legs thanked my mate for telling me we were going his way the painfully carried on the ride, DAMAGE ACCESSMENT= one very fucked up rider at the mo ,severe briusing to the tail bone after getting 1 of the biggest kick up the arse from the fatty as i only had solo seat on and the lugs holding them on are about 3/4inch high got 2 perfect imprints on the arse of those and a very broken in front suspension which seems ok no wobbles can take hand of handle bars and travels fine...did how ever put some air in my tyres for the first time since i got the bike little over 4 months ago and it was down at 16psi which i thought might have save me fom being launched back to NZ...i have lost my veteran crash test dummy status because i didnt stack and have now been given the name Seth the flying fatboy...hope you all have a bit of a laugh at my expense...i am still slapping myself for doing such an idiotic thing...the boss don't know yet if she does ill get an even bigger kick up the arse(dont need that just yet) running out of excuses for not being able to sit down and why am i walking funny and jeez your quiet whats up....go figure....stay safe