Did any one see this happen. How long before Help arrives.
I had a nice guy in a truck [saw it all] drive slow next to me, as I got up and walked back to the bike. He's talking to me saying he rides and wanted to help. I declined. I was more wanting someone to pick the bike up so I could roll it off the freeway. I had an audience, because I crashed when people were coming home from work.
I would look up the road, see how much I am backing up traffic with all the looky-loos gawking at the scene. Now the chippy comes up behind me and the bike. When you go into shock, you want a cold drink so bad. I ask the officer to let me have a drink. He says, when you are like that, you have internal injuries going on so he declined. Hell, I had everything going on from inside out.
I then said if he could pick the bike up for me so I can roll home with it, or as far as I could walk with. Nope. No water, no help lifting the bike up. Now here comes a big time captain chief of accidents or something? He's checking my eyes for drugs and seeing if I had something to drink. He clears me of those.
My nephew comes, lifts the bike up. I tell the accident chief I think the throttle stuck. He and I go to the bike and I already figured out WOT happened and could feel it at the grip. The home made harness was still in position locking the throttle some. It was all legit. No ticket.
Lucky I had my cell and my nephew was still close by to pick me up. He takes me home so we can wait for the flatbed truck and roll the bike in for me. When we get home, I head right to that fridge for a cold water bottle. What a relief, you are back to self mending for that water alone. Screw what the medical theory is. I declined a ride to the hospital telling the officer first thing to go chase some text-message accident, I'm not even scratched. It's not the firs time I waved off fist aid, splitting lanes; That's another story. Like I said, I could count the crashes on my toes and know how much body damage I can handle. I gimp to the shower and rubbed all that cement and grit off the wounds, went out to the garage to film it before they took it away.
I think I snipped the fuel cutter lines off, took that and the toggle switch to make the first point of entry to the bike's code system. Got a little worried I lost the one hand's ability to climb back on a bike, once I could walk around and do things again. That was when I found out I could not do too much with the one arm. The first bike only had 2K miles on it. Every time out with it, I had some mod I was playing with, figuring out the bike in the generic.
Yeah, I was tettering on the edge of walking away from the bike, as easy as I did with the 7 year stretch. It's kind of like a war battle as we part from each other and are at peace with the bike. Butt I do seem to get excited riding that passion. Maybe you can hear it in my voice the rush of power on tap. And when I say power, it is the HP that propells one. Like jet wash, you want to take that stick and recover for more.
Crashing is part of the sport they say. I say the arm came back and so did the second 14. I just started where I left off. WOT is there to do besides eat/sleep/shit your life away is in between you can take a ride once and awhile to enjoy life for WATTit is before the; Lights go OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT...
OH, those Out, Out Out Out Ouch Charlie!
______________________________________________________________________________
I agree with another poster here-return yer rear brake asap..okay?
WON'T HELP, blue - When I don't use one.
2 miles short of 12,000 miles are the OEM still with a gauge marker showing plenty left.
Tormenting the motorcycling community one post at a time