I made an absolute dick of myself, today.
Got the all-new front shocks fitted prior to Puke, on Tuesday.
Rolling bike out of van. Lacking coordination. Messed it up. Poom. Bike falls, snapped of foot-peg. Couldn't participate in the KTD.
Mind you, if that's the best I could do when unloading the bike, then maybe I shouldn't have been there anyway.
Anyway. Went off feeling a bit pissed; but Steve had asserted, 'No probs, mate. Your credit's good for the next one.'
Felt a bit better about that. But I still hadn't tried out the all-new front shocks.
And so, today, I thought, 'Fuckit'! I know a bit of road whereupon I can try out the stopping power of proper front shocks. So off I went.
There I was, just me and the road. I did several power-brakes and was amazed at the diff the new shocks made.
And so, there I was, hiving off down a bit of a hill, doing about 140. Straight road. 'Here we go. Squease, brake!" Bike pulled up in like 50% of previous.
But my head was playing track-days> I hadn't once glanced in my mirrors.
I hadn't seen the baby-cager in his BMW, with all his mates in the back and the girl in the front...him being a real driver and everything.
So I missd all this and brought on the picks. Very satisfying result till I heard the screaching of tyres behind me.
Yeah sure, he was following too close.
But what a dumb fuck was I to take track stuff onto the open road?
Won't be doing that again anytime soon.
What a dick I was.
Sonny-boy pulled over, about a click ahead. I stopped for his gesticulating.
Clearly, he was filled with embarrassment, which lead to him needing to be on top again, on account of the girl, his mates, and his near-miss.
So I got off, rose to my full size and walked over. The kid lost interest in wanting to beat me up. But geez, his mouth went on for quite a while.
When I apologised for putting him at risk he missed the point about keeping himself out of the risk vector, but he clearly felt pleased that the old bloke had fessed up to nearly causing an accident. Yeah, right!
But, the fact is, it was all my fault. I was on the track in my head, but on the road, in fact. Dopey dick I can be, on occasion.
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