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This afternoon I was on 3090 headed towards Carlos, everything is going well and I begin to aproach the 15mph 90 degree turn. A huge white duelly pickup is headed the opposite way towards me so I keep my eyes on them.
As I get to the turn I notice that the truck is still carrying a lot of speed. They are going to go straight onto the dirt road that intersects right there. I grab a crapload of front brake and am getting thrown off the bike.
At this same time I guess the truck driver notices the flailing limbs and thinks I am going to end up right in his path so he swerves right and is now pointed directly at me!
While that is happening somehow I still hold onto the handlebars but I am on the side of the bike trying not to get crushed by it. The driver realizes that I am stopped and corrects to the left to make it onto his road and misses me by only a couple feet.
The truck continues down the dirt road as if nothing happened. They don't stop let alone slow down to see if I am ok. I give him the one finger salute, hop on the bike, start it up(it stalled out) and ride down to the next driveway where I park for about 5 minutes and let my nerves settle down.
I inventory myself and the bike, everything seems fine. Nothing on the bike touched the ground and I haven't begun hurting yet, so it seems like I get to leave this one unscathed.
Just wanted to share this story to make sure people know to watch out for that corner even moreso because the local yokels aren't watching for us.
As I get to the turn I notice that the truck is still carrying a lot of speed. They are going to go straight onto the dirt road that intersects right there. I grab a crapload of front brake and am getting thrown off the bike.
At this same time I guess the truck driver notices the flailing limbs and thinks I am going to end up right in his path so he swerves right and is now pointed directly at me!
While that is happening somehow I still hold onto the handlebars but I am on the side of the bike trying not to get crushed by it. The driver realizes that I am stopped and corrects to the left to make it onto his road and misses me by only a couple feet.
The truck continues down the dirt road as if nothing happened. They don't stop let alone slow down to see if I am ok. I give him the one finger salute, hop on the bike, start it up(it stalled out) and ride down to the next driveway where I park for about 5 minutes and let my nerves settle down.
I inventory myself and the bike, everything seems fine. Nothing on the bike touched the ground and I haven't begun hurting yet, so it seems like I get to leave this one unscathed.
Just wanted to share this story to make sure people know to watch out for that corner even moreso because the local yokels aren't watching for us.