1st time I ever came off my 250 it was on a summer rain day when i was 19-ish. I was turning an uphill corner at an intersection - hit a puddle of oil collected in the pothole and next thing I am on the deck. No big drama was a slow stack, a bit of skin off but not shockin. However, getting the bike upright on the steepish, slippery corner with traffic about was gonna be tricky.
At the set of lights watching the whole thing was a bloke on a Hardley Driveable. A real HD rider - not a 'gleaming new leathers that match his missus' kinda style. His lights change - he motors over and slows right down (I am just getting up round now - I think, "cool this fellow rider is gonna lend a hand." Nup, he slowed to almost a stop, reached out and stuck his middle finger right up to my face! Then farked orf leaving me totally stunned as to how low some coonts can be.
Empathy for a fellow rider? Not on you're kn life. Then again if you chose to ride sumpin that doesn't go fast, doesn't turn, doesn't stop and makes you look like an extra from a Village people film clip then you are gonna be a bit odd from the start ay?
Oh well, I guess he probably has Hep C, eats soup cause he lost his teef from too much speed and gets about on a gopher (with HD stickers on it) these days. Probably still has the mullet too. Timeless like scrap metal and HDs.
Complete with KFC chicken dispenser on the handle bars.
