
Okay, where do I start this sordid tale of silliness? The combination of not riding for my usual milage and a lovely day to go riding, resulted in a less then sterling performance!
The details leading up to this? I was just pootling back home from a Yum Char in Newmarket. Popped into see McJim and Chickadee for a howyadoing... and McJim and I rode off into the distance.
The ironic thing is I did the Hunuas/Ardmore Quarry rd as easy as you can please, I was getting my groove back after being away from riding for a while and was appreciative of McJim showing me some clean lines to follow.
Well, heading into Twilight Rd from the Clevedon end, McJim overtakes a slow cager and I hang back to take my time (pull my head in and enjoy the ride so to speak!)
I was doing the usual thing and the first hairpin I come to (a lefthander), I feel my front tyre skit along and I somehow, twisted on more throttle

I would have made the corner, but instead ended up seeing a chasm of doom open up beneath me...
Tales of heads being snapped back flashed through my shrinking tunnel vision and I pulled my arms up to protect my noggin (useless thing that it is!)...
Space. The final frontier, this is the log of Captain gijoe1313 flailing through the multiverse...because he couldn't find reverse!
Anyhows, I found myself lying above my bike and thinking "How's my bike?"
I check to make sure I had no broken thingies, or other bleeding bitties (note technical medical terms) clambered up what seemed like the Eiger Junction.
And waited for McJim to come back and save my arse.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, I hear his unmistakeable v-twin, pootling around the corner. He was looking down the bank obviously trying to find the plonker who couldn't ride a bike properly!
In his words "Grinning like a maniac", the rest of the conversation you know!
More on this later ... I'm sure

Bookmarks