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Howdy,
Since changing out the avatar recently to one of my old ones, I've been getting lots of questions/comments about it and people have asked what the story on it is. Here ya go:
Here's the whole image...
That was my 02 1150 GS. On a trip to Colorado in 05, it had several gravity storm encounters. That one was rut induced. The front tire tried to ride up one side of a deep rut. Before I could even react, the bars were yanked right out of my hands, I went flying and the bike was flipping right behind me. Fortunately, it stopped in that position instead of coming on over on top of me! The guy behind me slid up to a stop, CLICK, "dude, are you okay!?" "I'm fine, help me get the motor turned off!!" It was still in gear and running!! We righted the bike, tucked a mirror into a bag, and kept on riding. My GPS did not fair so well though...
Amazingly, even though it was out of warranty, Garmin replaced it with a new one for $100. I emailed them that pic, hehe.
This was later in the day on another great road... Scotch Creek Rd.
Then the next day atop Engineer's Pass
The next day I had a pretty nasty highside at about 20 mph. I partially separated my left shoulder when I landed, got a massive bruise on the left hip that hurt for about 18 months whenever I laid on my left side in bed, and also rung my bell pretty good when my head hit. For a while, I was in la la land just hanging out and enjoying the pretty sky from the view in the middle of the road... This time though, when my buddy came back to find me and slid to a stop, he was wigging out because by then I had dragged myself over to a tree to get in the shade and was laying with my head next to the base of the tree. He flashed back to a friend of ours that was killed in a relatively minor get off because his head hit a stump while he was sliding in the grass. (He had on a helmet). When I heard him wigging, I lifted a hand to motion that I was okay and just resting. Once again, we got the bike righted, patched the hole and I road back to the hotel and called it a day.
Oil was coming out of the valve cover so we patched it with some water weld putty. It was still on there when I sold the bike 8K miles later...
This was the last day before heading back to Texas
Man I miss that bike... That was a FUN (albeit slightly painful...) trip!
Since changing out the avatar recently to one of my old ones, I've been getting lots of questions/comments about it and people have asked what the story on it is. Here ya go:
Here's the whole image...
That was my 02 1150 GS. On a trip to Colorado in 05, it had several gravity storm encounters. That one was rut induced. The front tire tried to ride up one side of a deep rut. Before I could even react, the bars were yanked right out of my hands, I went flying and the bike was flipping right behind me. Fortunately, it stopped in that position instead of coming on over on top of me! The guy behind me slid up to a stop, CLICK, "dude, are you okay!?" "I'm fine, help me get the motor turned off!!" It was still in gear and running!! We righted the bike, tucked a mirror into a bag, and kept on riding. My GPS did not fair so well though...
Amazingly, even though it was out of warranty, Garmin replaced it with a new one for $100. I emailed them that pic, hehe.
This was later in the day on another great road... Scotch Creek Rd.
Then the next day atop Engineer's Pass
The next day I had a pretty nasty highside at about 20 mph. I partially separated my left shoulder when I landed, got a massive bruise on the left hip that hurt for about 18 months whenever I laid on my left side in bed, and also rung my bell pretty good when my head hit. For a while, I was in la la land just hanging out and enjoying the pretty sky from the view in the middle of the road... This time though, when my buddy came back to find me and slid to a stop, he was wigging out because by then I had dragged myself over to a tree to get in the shade and was laying with my head next to the base of the tree. He flashed back to a friend of ours that was killed in a relatively minor get off because his head hit a stump while he was sliding in the grass. (He had on a helmet). When I heard him wigging, I lifted a hand to motion that I was okay and just resting. Once again, we got the bike righted, patched the hole and I road back to the hotel and called it a day.
Oil was coming out of the valve cover so we patched it with some water weld putty. It was still on there when I sold the bike 8K miles later...
This was the last day before heading back to Texas
Man I miss that bike... That was a FUN (albeit slightly painful...) trip!