Must be a Kawasaki thing. I hit one on my old 750. It wrapped the clutch lever around my knuckles, lucky not to break my fingers, careened into my chest and bounced of my helmet and strap. I was tapped out when it happened.
Couldn't get my jacket off because of feathers jamming the zip and it took ages to get my helmet off because the D rings where jammed with feathers and entrails.
Worst thing about the whole affair was being unable to find the pheasant. I'd hoped for a nice dinner when I hit it.
I nearly got knocked off my XT 350 one blizzardy Scottish night by a red deer. Bastard came up from behind and shoulder charged me as it galloped past. Luckily there were high snow drifts at the road sides and the bike kinda buried itself in slow motion leaving me sat there wondering what had just happened.
Manopausal.
I had a road kill possum hurled at me from the undergrowth by a "mate" when riding my CB125 in about 1983. It hit me right in the guts & nearly launched me off the back of the bike at 80kmh on a busy SH2.
I'd still rate it as almost the most stupid thing I've been a party to.
So by your theory then ... when YOU hit a dog and fall off ... it would be an "Act of God" as it was not the fault of any actual person. As such ... there would be no way you could avoid it .. ???
Remember ... many insurance companies exclude "Acts of God" in their policy's ... ie: no one at fault they can get to court ... no one gets paid out.
When life throws you a curve ... Lean into it ...
Act of dog.
Wealthy doctor friend of the family hit a sheep with his E type on the way to a conference in Dunedin.
Pretty ripe by Dunedin...gave it to the Jag agents to clean out while he was there but it always had a faint whiff of roast mutton.
As I remember it, you only had to sniff loudly as you walked past it to receive abuse...
Lot like Cassina actually.
...not on my sickle, but returning home from playing rock'n'roll at a bike rally in Nth Canterbury, about 3am one morning, I was only a few corners from home on the long drive home on the Akaroa GP highway, it was pitch black and I imagined that just up the road it seemed like it was darker than the rest of the dark...don't know why or what made me do it but I swung right a little...a second later the tail of a big black bovine creature flicked across my windscreen...I was too tired to shit but my missus reckons I wiped the cows arse with my door panel...so cassie fuckwit, sometimes you can react without even knowing why...beat that into your fucking suicidal dog brain ya fuckwit...
Concur. Had exactly the same thing happen on the Coromandel one night, pishing rain, no beef in the boot. Almost the same one other night, pishing rain, a big black dog was lying down in my lane, no doubt enjoying the last of the heat from the tar seal. Ended up in the ultimate evasion maneuver at 90kmh +. I love modern tires. Both times I had a spidy sense tingle.
I'm off to start a thread on dangerous roads.
Manopausal.
I had such a case once. One of our steel barrows (heavy flat things for carrying trays of plants on) rolled off a hill and hit a parked customer's car. Insurance tried to get out of it by saying no one was at fault therefore no blame no claim.
I rang them and told them that it was someone's fault - some silly employee had neglected to engage the wheel brake (me actually). So they had to pay out.
Afterwards, I rang them and berated the shit out of them for not covering "no blame" cases. I told them they should cover no blame instead of blame cases. There liabilities would drop a lot I said. Never got a reply. So I rang them again and told them to shove their fucking cover up their arse and went to another insurer.
Vote with your feet I reckon.
. No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home. Kingsley Amis
There are currently 1 users browsing this thread. (0 members and 1 guests)
Bookmarks