right .. so hopefully you've all seen my previous thread about the sudden death of my friend David..
it gets weirder....
naturally .. i was in a shit mood since i found out about the accident.. i was zombie-ing around the house all weekend and Caroline said..
'nice day for a ride"
'meh' says I... couldnt really be fucked to tell the truth and i just felt... "off"
anyway .. my phone rings and its my mate Aaron , who is supposed to be painting Spooky next weekend
" hey man .. nice day for a ride..."
ahhh,... the old Universe telling me to get out there and get some air..
deal...meet you at your shop at 3
so we left Ponsonby at about 4 after giving the ThunderAce a quick birthday with the buffer and headed out the back of Titirangi up into the Waitaks...what a glorious day for a ride but i still couldnt shake the feeling ...
i let Aaron take the lead on his Duc and i fell in behind.. i was in no hurry and just content to commune with the 'Ace.. we stopped at the top at The Lookout for some coffee and were met by this fatass waiter with an attitude ..
'sorry.. closed till 630..were out of everything .."
"surley ya cant be out of coffee.. we just want a quiet out on the deck.."
'nope .. no coffee'
fine .. i'll be at your sisters house if ya need me .." ( always gotta have a parting shot)
so we saddled up and headed up Scenic drive at a somewhat mellow pace, battling wicked sun-strike and apparently fresh chip-seal
coming over the crest and headed downhill into Swanson i felt the back slide out a bit..normally not a problem for me .. i adjusted to it many times in the past..
i looked up in my line and saw a car-eating pothole dead ahead... i rolled on the throttle and cranked it over hard to try and miss it ..
did i mention the fresh chip-seal??...
Scenic dr was having none of my antics on the day and bit back.. the 'Ace plowed steadily forward in its trajectory and nothing i could do was going to stop the inevitable..stayed upright battling , although in full lock and hard on the go-fast
i hit the first curve arrow sign about 100 kph with my visor and the fairing took out the post it was mounted to, as well as a reflector post..faceplant.. the second arrow took out the rest of the fairing
i heard the 'Ace disintegrate but i held on, trying to steer out of it but i ran out of space ( just another Km and i'da had it ... )
she finally came to rest, buried about half a meter into a stand of trees.. apparently, from what Aaron said .. i was airborne for about 3-4 m and was ragdoll-ing for 99% of that ..
i came out of it with nothing more than a gas tank shaped bruise on my right thigh and a stiff neck.. i was wearing JEANS ( for all you ATGATT fags), good workboots , leather jacket and my Taxi Driver re-education gloves.. my helmet had 2 separate yellow scars across the face and the vent shattered
not a scratch on me otherwise
my brand new Thunderace however .....
pictures to follow
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