Going 40, I hit the rock with my Reynolds Wrap bash plate, left engine side case and the bike's frame. The back tire was next. I was vaulted up, forward and somewhat sideways. My feet were off the pegs.
I had a feeling of déjà vu. The last time I was this out of control I spent a night in the hospital and ended up with a three piece bike. I was seventeen then. I'm fifty four now. OH SHIT!
I pogo'd on the front for a couple of bounces and then the back end touched down sideways. I held the bike loosely hoping to ride it as far into the crash as possible. Being on top, using it as a sled was ok by me. Being under it was not.
Next I dropped into the right track washout. I thought to myself "I survived that and now I'm gonna crash in a washout???"
I got it slowed down, regained control and stopped to catch my breath.
8gv screwed with this post 08-09-2012 at 03:53 PM