Beautiful day today so I did a hundred miles with a friend. He's a bit of a speed animal but I maintained my own pace, (conservative). At lunch we were discussing our different styles and I pointed out that, at 65, I was too old to scrape my pegs going up Mt Tamborine - I hated injury and worse, damage to my motorcycle. I sanctimoniously informed him that I ride slow, "smell the roses" and stay safe.
At home, I took off my jacket, gloves and helmet and returned to kick the bike over to park it. For the second time this year, I lifted the side stand, got on the bike, jumped on the kick starter and dropped the whole thing on the driveway. Basic idiotic mistake 101. Ten stitches in my elbow and four on my left hand, blood everywhere and a week jerking off with my right hand. Smashed indicator and clutch lever.
All day riding the twisties and flat on my back at home standing still. Somebody smack me!
At home, I took off my jacket, gloves and helmet and returned to kick the bike over to park it. For the second time this year, I lifted the side stand, got on the bike, jumped on the kick starter and dropped the whole thing on the driveway. Basic idiotic mistake 101. Ten stitches in my elbow and four on my left hand, blood everywhere and a week jerking off with my right hand. Smashed indicator and clutch lever.
All day riding the twisties and flat on my back at home standing still. Somebody smack me!
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