roaddust66 said:
I got hurt a year ago and thus decided to get back into detecting after an 18 year layoff. A friend and his girl fell over in front of me. She was getting burned and was screaming , I jumped off my bike a little too soon , still moving , I twisted both knees. My recovery has been slow. This on a funeral ride and I was in the grass of the cemetery. We rode a lot before this happened. i am getting better and will be back in the saddle soon. We have a 91' Heritage that has been owned by two friends since new and its in good shape. We ride The Cherohala Skyway often
Sorry to hear about the mishap! Hope you end up with a full recovery.
Some of my mishaps i can talk about.
The first time i dumped my then brand new Sportster i was driving down a country gravel road and lost control in a deep gravel rut. As i started to pick the bike back up, the first thing i saw was an insane asylum in the distance!
Another time, another gravel road this time going SLOW. There they were, two German Shepards just waiting for me. Sh_t! Couldn't outrun them cause of the gravel so i slowed down to a crawl thinking they would ignore me. Bad idea! One came right up to me seemingly friendly as though he wanted me to pet him. So i stopped.
Bad idea! That dog instantly without warning or growling wrapped his big ol jaw right around my ankle and wouldn't let go. I could actually start to feel my bone crushing.
After a couple seconds of this, i pounded the top of that dog's head with my fist and gave out a big yell. He let go and retreated. My ankle bone hurt for a couple weeks after that. Luckily i was wearing some heavy high top boots at the time.
Moral of the story, gravel roads, dogs and motorcycles don't mix.
A couple buddies and me were at this small town country bar enjoying some suds and shooting pool. I start rapping with this chick and it looked like i was gonna get lucky that night until this big ol biker dude interupted us. "What are you doing with my WIFE" and in a loud angry voice! OH! OH!
He started calling out for his buddies. Apparently they couldn't hear him, so he went over to get them.
Time to leave, in a hurry, feets don't fail me now! Me and my buddies jumped on our Harleys. They both took off but i had a kick start at the time and the dam thing as usual wouldn't start on the first kick. This guy came screaming out of the bar yelling obscenities and then gave foot chase towards me.
Luckily my Harley came to life just in time, put in 1st gear and just when it started to move this easily 200+ pound guy grabbed my b_tch bars and held on trying to stop me.
Well i gave it more gas and according to my buddies who were now watching all this, after hitting 2nd gear that guy became air born and for a good distance. This all caused me to lose control and the bike went right into a large gas meter hanging off a building. The guy finally let go laying on the ground stunned. We were at a good distance away from the bar by now with no sign of his buddies.
My buddies jumped off their bikes and made sure he 'stayed put' while i got my act together. We finally all took off never to return to that bar. No serious damage to my bike except for bent handle bars and scratches but i ended up with a fractured collar bone from hitting that meter i think.
My buddies couldn't stop laughing at the sight of that guy flying behind my Harley, sort of like something in a cartoon.
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