My own fault - coming back from Brass Monkey rally some years back, sunday morning very tired and in all probability still a bit pissed. Approaching Timaru or somewhere like that, woke up to find myself (and the bike) on the wrong side of the road, doing about 120km/h or maybe more, car coming towards me flashing headlights. got back onto my side of the road just in time. rode very very slowly into town and sat for quite a long time with a coffee, reflecting what might have been.
No idea how long I had been asleep for, probably only seconds. Still shits me when I think about it.
it's not a bad thing till you throw a KLR into the mix.
those cheap ass bitches can do anything with ductape.
(PostalDave on ADVrider)
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