posted on May, 23 2015 @ 06:35 PM
a reply to: Mugly
I was coming back from Idaho to California, just came out of the mountains of Oregon heading towards Big Bend... 500 meters down the two lane road a
dump truck dropped what looked like a hard ball, but it was a rock.... I watched it bouncing high on the road and by the time I ran into I was hit
not the bike. Right in the charlie horse part of the thigh. It took every bit of tenacity I owned to shut down the bike lower the kick stand as it
was my left leg (kick stand leg). I got off the bike and fell to the ground and wept. Pulled out a special smoke 10 mins later..... The US Army
taught me I had that strength that many people do not know they own.
I am very please you and your lady did not become road rash as a result. I so wanted to go after that truck and it took an hour before I got back on
her and started to the next town where my credit card hungry ate the machine for a room that night. I am grateful myself for not having damaged the
bike, not loosing it, and not having been able to catch the driver. YOUR driver was an accident, dump truck had an unsecured tail gate...
I was speeding! Long trip been gone for 30 days was tired and was like Breezer in the middle of the road with high beams after midnight... I could
not move out of the way.
Edit to add my sin of speeding line
edit on 5/23/2015 by IceHappy because: (no reason given)