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After reading the recent story by dirtlooter, it brought to mind an incident I had back in 1977. I had a 1977 Kawasaki 1000. It was dubbed the fastest production street bike in the world.
Remembering how cold it was yesterday morning on the way to work, I wore my snowmobile mittens and a jacket. As I was going down the ramp to the interstate, I wondered what this bike would do and opened it up. I saw the speedometer registering 115, then it began to wobble. I chopped the throttle, and Immediately I thought I don't want to get into roll and go into the guard rails. I hit the pavement, then quickly rolled over on my belly and went spread eagle on my tippy toes and hands. I noticed what a funny sound that made going down the road feet first at maybe 100mph while looking up to see if any cars were coming. After coming to a stop, I stood up and turned around to see the bike still sliding, then flip over to do the other side.I walked down to the bike, picked it up and rolled it over to the guard rail.
It wasn't five minuets later when a State Trooper arrived. He noticed the long skid mark on the road and wanted to know how fast I was going. I said maybe around 50. I just got on the highway and my pants leg blew up. I was trying to pull it down and lost control.
My only injury's were pride, followed by a 2" patch of skin tore from my left hip from the initial impact, and a blood blister on my right pointer finger. My guardian angel must have been looking after me that day.
Much earlier than this, a wise old farmer told me that once I felt I could handle the bike well, it was a sign that it was getting ready to kill me. As I think about it now, the farmer was right.
After getting the bike all fixed up and sold, I bought a Honda Gold Wing
Remembering how cold it was yesterday morning on the way to work, I wore my snowmobile mittens and a jacket. As I was going down the ramp to the interstate, I wondered what this bike would do and opened it up. I saw the speedometer registering 115, then it began to wobble. I chopped the throttle, and Immediately I thought I don't want to get into roll and go into the guard rails. I hit the pavement, then quickly rolled over on my belly and went spread eagle on my tippy toes and hands. I noticed what a funny sound that made going down the road feet first at maybe 100mph while looking up to see if any cars were coming. After coming to a stop, I stood up and turned around to see the bike still sliding, then flip over to do the other side.I walked down to the bike, picked it up and rolled it over to the guard rail.
It wasn't five minuets later when a State Trooper arrived. He noticed the long skid mark on the road and wanted to know how fast I was going. I said maybe around 50. I just got on the highway and my pants leg blew up. I was trying to pull it down and lost control.
My only injury's were pride, followed by a 2" patch of skin tore from my left hip from the initial impact, and a blood blister on my right pointer finger. My guardian angel must have been looking after me that day.
Much earlier than this, a wise old farmer told me that once I felt I could handle the bike well, it was a sign that it was getting ready to kill me. As I think about it now, the farmer was right.
After getting the bike all fixed up and sold, I bought a Honda Gold Wing
