Mustang wrote:
The HD shop picked up the bike yesterday, said the damage could be as high as $10,000 and take 10 weeks to fix:( I guess there goes the summer.
You gotta be kidding me 10K & 10 WEEKS They might as well give you a new bike...
Picked up the estimate today...only $6700....(1500 of that was labor ) and yep...eight weeks to get the front and back fender as well as the gas tank for HD.......
But as I mentioned in the other thread one of the cops buddies had his Harley fixed at the same place and waited about the same time but the motorcycle looked brand new...
Of course I only had 7000 miles on mine anyway...but
Before I was old enough to get a license, I rode pillion behind my dad. My scariest moment on a motorcycle was getting my foot hung in the spokes of the rear wheel when I was 10 years old. I've been riding my own for years and had some close calls with cagers, but that one still ranks at the top.
the last oh "poo poo" moment I had was riding the pacific coast highway during a monsoon along with a rockslide. My girlfriend and I were pelted with rocks sliding across the highway slamming into the frame of the roadking as we ventured north towards Grants pass...ya have to live thru things like that in order to live on the edge
I don't have any scary riding stories about riding on the street as I have very little street riding experience, however I have been riding offroad for about 5 years. One time when I was riding in the woods around barrie I came flying over this hill caught some decent air only to find a wild turkey standing right in my path about 20 ft after my landing spot, I had to dump the bike to avoid hitting it and going ovet the handlebars. I was riding in sand at the time so I was ok as well as the bike. When my friend came over to see what the hell i was doing I told him and he just started laughing
I think I would have nailed the turkey and had him for dinner.
My worst time was coming up the a red light when the sun was going down and had a truck with the tail gate down in front and a tailgater behind. The light turned yellow and I knew the guy behind wouldnt stop in time so I swerved into the turning lane and ran the yellow light. My passenger was a little freaked but it's better than being cut in half.
Had to be the same summer I got my bike... 1993. I was riding through the countryside about 30 miles away from home at midnight, and came upon one of those curves where the road jogs 90-degrees right for a half-mile, then 90-degrees left again to go around someone's field or something.
The first curve was signed at 40mph, which I did. The second curve was also signed at 40mph, but was really a 15mph corner with a dirt road going straight and the paved road I was on going to the left...and I was going 40 like the sign said I could.
I nailed the brakes to get the speed down, touched the gravel spread around from the dirt road and *bang* went down hard on the pavement.
I wasn't really scared until everything came to a stop and I had time to think about what had happened, and how I was going to get home with my shoulder messed up (not broken, though), my headlight pointing at the trees and my clutch lever broken off.
1979 XS650F -- "Hi, My name's Nick, and I'm a Motorcyclist. I've been dry for four years." (Everybody: "Hi, Nick.")
Mine was that i was setting at a red light in norfolk va. The road was a little damp from a mist rain. on a kaw.500 ltd
While i was setting there i heard the squeel of tires behind me,I looked behind me in the mirror and all i saw was a rather large emblem that said
__FORD____ Theay barely was able to swerve in time to miss me by around a foot give or take.theay wernt paying atteniton and had to lock em up and still almost hit me.
Taking a right turn at a good clip and a good lean and BOO!! hitting a big spread out pile of those little round white gravel rocks while still into my lean...felt the bike and tire jump and slide left (Sev was behind me & said it was at least a good foot but he didn't tell me til much later) but somehow got it upright. All I remember thinking at the time was "Damn! I can't crash or I'll make Gadjet late for work"
That experience did make me rather cautious for quite a while on future right turns so I had to build my confidence back up in that area again.
Ya right, there are only 2 kinds of bikes: It's a Ninja... look that one's a Harley... oh there's a Ninja... Harley...Ninja...
This was almost 30 years ago and i was in my prime. A drunk ran me off the road on my kz900. I went into a ditch that was about 6ft deep and 20 foot wide. I road it out and into a corn field on the other side. I ever dropped the bike, but I pulled corn stalks out of it for a while afterwards. Had I not been riding in enduroes I don't think it would have ended so well. This is why I believe dirt bike experience is good experience for the street. Nothing like offroading on a 900.