So you know, as I was pootling down Verbena doing about 55, WHEN OH DAMNIT EMERGENCY STUPID BRAKE, BACK WHEEL SQUEALING AND FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE WITH THE FRONT TO KEEP ME UPRIGHT.
Pic enclosed.
Parked cars on either side, oncoming car unaware of the car hauling ass behind him about to overtake. Both oncoming cars were in between the two parked cars at the same instance, no room for precision cutting at all.
Hooked too hard on the back brake and turned to go into the gutter as close I could, because it was either guter, two oncoming cars, or the car almost stopped in front of me. So drifting around his left was my only option.
Pretty proud I actually GOT to where I intended, and supermoto style! Brushed off the last of my speed by circling around his front and sideways into the parked car. Jesus H.
The car in front and myself, hopped out and sat down for a bit, my heart absolutely exploding with each beat.
After a minutes silence...
"That was a pretty nifty move there kid, dirt bikes eh?"
'A bit. I think there's a whole track in my pants mate. Cheers for not running into the gutter!'
"No worries. Fuck, that actually happened."
I know nothing physical actually happened, but it felt like my life was supposed to flash in front of my eyes!
/ranty story
I think I might upgrade my front wheel this pay day. I have come to the conclusion I need more stick up there.
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