I was wearing very baggy pants and didn't change when my bike came in because I wanted it soooo bad. Anyway, by the time I got my leg loose, the bike had already leaned past 45 degrees to the right so all I could do was control the fall. This took a split second but felt like an eternity for me.
Picture this....I am now lying on the ground with this 1,000 pound monster on me with traffic wizzing by. When the light turned red, I heard this very small voice asking me if I needed help and when I looked up, I saw a little old lady in a VW smiling at me. Very embarrasing.
To top all of this off, when I finally got the bike verticle and back in the seat, it would not start. I sat in the fast lane, (yes, this was all in the fast lane), waiting for the darn thing to start as tractor trailors and buses screamed by. If you don't believe in GOD, well sorry, but I feel he sent the angels to watch over a big fool that day.
