Looks like I will be staying off Cheshire Cat's twistys until summer![]()
Looks like I will be staying off Cheshire Cat's twistys until summer![]()
Well I guess the answer should be yes here, but it was actually more a lack of momentum, and an inability to create momentum in the space I had available, on a GN250...
I was following my lovely man up a driveway covered in the finest fines you can imagine. We were motoring along! Had to have been doing at least 20kph! There was a not quite 90 degree bend to the left about half way up. The driveway also cleverly had a kerb. You know the thing, stupid raised concrete fuckers on the edge of some roads. The kerb must have retained the drop to the culvert along side the driveway in one place. Note one place here.
This dog was really happy to have visitorsCame rushing down, barking its head off, and ran between me and my man. Fucken thing, I buttoned off my already huge speed to avoid running the thing over, right at the apex of this bend in the driveway. Realised immediately I was in trouble and needed to stop. Well I am short arse eh. My legs are not long enough to reach the bottom of the friggen culvert at the edge of the corner. Lucky really, would look really weird of my legs were three times the length of my body.
I can see it now. Ok, I need to get out this dumb dogs way, open the throttle is not an option (GN riders will understand this sensation) so I need to stop. Right all good, it appears there is no where safe for me to stop and put my feet down. Slowing down more (if that is actually possible at this stage) I bravely attempt to lean my bike into the left hand bend, with no available acceleration, bar what I was already attempting, my back tyre makes contact with the friggen kerb!
Hah! Really funny, I go to put my foot down and discover I dont have metre long legsOver we go! I chucked myself away from the falling bike and did this massive hollywood. Looked about like a starfish laying on the ground. Do you think the boys noticed? Not a chance. They wer busy admiring the new can on one of the bikes. In the end I stood up, and hands on hips yelled "EXCUSE ME!" I may have had to do that a couple of times to get noticed. My poor bike was bars down, wheels up in a drain. Not a hope in hell of me extracting it.
For the record, I hurt my ankle too then
Dogs suck!
Awww bugga Mom! Not Maducks drive by chance?
What sort of rubber are you running Cheshire?
Originally Posted by FlangMaster
Glad you and bike are OK. Yeh leathers give a lot more protection. Hope you figure out what happened so you won't do it again.Well done for staying positive,take care.
Now that you've got that out of the way... let's ride!
"Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death" - Hunter S. Thompson
'cats' have nine lives. Used mine up long ago, so avoid the old despatch tricks, well most of them anyway. Great it hasn't put you off.
I think you just experienced the adrenalin rush of a survivable accident. My first time left me with a hunger for bigger thrills and more adrenalin. I went sky diving next ...
My first off was comically getting hit by a christmass tree delivery boy, during a u turn and not checking traffic or indicating. Bar fuckin humbug. At least your bike ran afterwards I had to take a ride in the back of the Van with the trees after snapping off both pedals Gear/and brake with my feet.
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