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Haven't posted here in a while, and was planning on coming out of hibernation. I was harassing WordTooYoMamma for months to get his bike in working order, and what happens? I crashed my bike.
I knew it was a matter of not "if", but "when" from the beginning so it wasn't traumatizing.
Basically:
1. Me traveling eastbound.
2. Dickhead traveling westbound.
3. Me still traveling eastbound.
4. Dickhead makes a left turn into convenience store parking lot.
5. Me locks front brake and gets tossed trying to avoid collision.
6. Dickhead goes into store and buys lotto tickets because he doesn't have a fuck to give.
8. Dickhead gets a citation.
Had some road rash on my knee and was sore as hell for a few days (ATGATT), but still managed to make it to work for graveyard that night. Not a scratch on my helmet, leather jacket ripped in half at the seams & abraded, and palm on my glove ripped open at the seams.
No clue how I went down because it happened so fast. Cracked the entire tail. Put a dent in the left side of my tank (possibly from my elbow?). The sliders looked like they did their job, but the right fairing and front fender are scratched up from sliding. Some abrasions/dents to the exhaust.
Happy start of the season to me.