Lucky Escape
It's pissing down this morning.
I was coming off the inlet road (Paremata Rd) through the roundabout to merge with the Porirua Motorway, wound on the throttle and the lights on the cars in front of me all went on in unison.
Slammed on the front brakes, and the front locked, and the bike went straight down.
Now here's the weird bit:
Just as I was resigning my self to a nice slide down the road, the side peg hit the deck, the front grabbed and the whole bike straightened throwing me up in the air.
My arse came back down hard on the seat and tank (lucky I don't want any more kids eh?) and with a wobble I was off again.
How the hell did I get away with that?
God bless Avon Vipers. That front tyre grip obviously saved me today.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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