raptor14
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posted June 08, 2006 03:10 PM
Crash Story
Since I'm new here I thought I'd give everyone a laugh with my last crash story. And no, it wasn't on a 14. It was my FZ1. I'm riding through the Berkshires in Massachusetts. Great day, nice twisty road, no traffic. Then I get behind a tan Toyota pickup traveling at about 50 mph. I was in the mood for 60. I figure I'll pass him so I pull up closer than I should have (my error). I don't care much for passing on blind corners so I'm drafting him until I can get a clear view down the road. All of sudden he slams his brakes on. Honestly, I don't know
how I managed to get the bike turned quick enough to avoid his rear bumper. Then he loses control and the damn pickup turns sideways, blocking both lanes. I missed his front bumper but I'm in a sharp turn with the pegs scraping and I'm heading right towards a wall of granite. I wasn't thinking here, just reacting, so I don't really know all that happened. Somehow I managed to low side after I missed his bumper. I remember hitting the ground and rolling until I hit a large rock. I was lying on the ground, face up, and this kid comes running over yelling "I killed a squirrel, I killed a squirrel"! I'm thinking he's talking about me.
I'm still trying to figure out if I'm still in one piece and now I have to figure out why I'm a squirrel. He just keeps yelling at me, and then suddenly he runs off, gets back in the pickup and he's gone around the corner before I have time to lift my head up. I finally figure I'm alive, get up, and pick the bike up outta the road. Lo and behold I look over and there's a freshly squashed squirrel in the middle of the road. Idiot musta been trying to avoid a squirrel and damn near took me out. Was able to ride the bike 60 miles back home but had to replace all the plastic, the gas tank, one bar end, engine crank case cover, mirror, and helmet. Joe Rocket leather jacket and ballistic nylon mesh pants saved my skin. I had a bruise on my side where I slammed into the rock and a bruise on my thumb which I can't explain. Guess I learned a lesson about drafting on a public road. Ride safe and if you're on Route 23 in the Berkshires and see a tan Toyota pickup with a young blond kid driving, tell him hi for me.
  
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