I rode a couple times with friends afterwards. But I guess I hadn't taken the hint. Someone gave me one more. I was headed home after an afternoon group ride in the country, coming down a short section of four lane, running under the speed limit. It had started to rain, hard. I had about a mile to go. This section had a wide grass center median, with a deep ditch, and deep ditches on both sides of the road. The businesses sat higher than the highway, and there was a golf course and a huge cemetery on the road. Lot's of runoff from the ran, but it ran into the fifteen foot ditches.Cofisher wrote: ↑Wed Nov 06, 2024 8:06 pmreceived_1936493550192473.jpegRedthies, I am a big believer in the 'adventure ' bikes. I still own a Honda Transalp, though it is with my son now. I swore I would never sell it. My back convinced me to stop riding.
The bikes you mentioned will get er done.
I packed luggage for multi day trips, and rode mountain fire roads to wonderful places.
As you can see, this is not a garage bike.
I think Honda is producing an up dated version of the Transalp. Bigger, better. Highly recommended.
Marine, I was going to work one day, on a very familiar road. Checked out something over my left shoulder. When I looked back ahead, a hen pheasant was clearing the windshield by 2" and over my helmet by 1". Took miles for my heart to settle. Glad you made it OK.
As I approached the red light and started to slow, I saw a nine hundred year old woman in a brand new cadi look directly at me. I know the cadi was new, she left the peeling stickers on the rear windows so all her zombie old lady friends would know the car was new, what options she had gotten, and the list price. Not what SHE paid of course, WHO pays sticker?
She looked me dead in the eye, I'm four car lengths away in a driving rain, and... She pulls out in front of me. Remember, its a mid 70s cadi, it's a yacht. I'm in the left lane, she wants to make a u turn at the light. She pulls across both travel lanes and noses partially into the left turn lane and stops, not enough room to pull into the lane. Her door is directly in line with the path of the bike.
I touch the rear brake, the rear tire shoots out to the left. I'm now a tripod, sliding on the drip strip straight at her door. Eyes locked, I SEE her say, "Not my car."
I'm thinking, "Not my bones!"
I hit a dry spot, and shoot into the right lane at the last second. I felt my left boot clip her rear bumper. Just a kiss. I stop on the roadside, and put the kickstand down. Get off the bike and sit on a oversize curb by the ditch. Ground is soaked. Bike falls over.
1969 Dodge charger pulls up. Bearded driver yells, "You okay brother?" The
"Yeah man."
"Anything I can do? "
"Whip up on a 900 year old lady?"
" Cool. "
I hadn't noticed the harley wings in the back window til he pulled away...
I hope he really didn't...
... He wouldn't?
