So I'm riding through Shannon this evening (dark and raining) following a car that's sitting at the 50k speed limit and some numpty in an old rav4 pulls directly out in front of the car I was following without indicating and proceeds down the road at 30k/hr. The main road swings hard left in the main street and as soon as he gets around the corner mr numpty stop dead in the middle of our lane hard against the white line. We wait 5 seconds or so and I get annoyed so I pull out to the right and ride slowly passed the car that I was following. As I reach mr numpty he decides to turn right into the pub carpark (without indicating or checking) - right in front of me. I give the sv a big rev which snaps him back into this universe and pull up along side his open window and loudly use lots of words that start with the letter f. Round about now God looks down and says 'Mark I've warned you about being an impatient self-righteous twat - you need a lesson....' I gun the sv and let the clutch half out intending to demonstrate how pissed off I am by roaring off into the distance. It sort of works except somehow the sv finds enough traction on the wet road to stand on its tail catching me completely off guard My foot comes off the right peg and as the bike starts to tip to the right I pull the clutch and cut the throttle send the sv plummeting back to terra firma The impact bottoms the forks and rips my right hand off the throttle and my chest lands hard on the tank. I am convinced I am completely fooked. At this point God smirks and decides the lesson has gone far enough..... Somehow the bike stays upright and despite wobbling all over the place is still heading vaguely in the right direction. I get my right hand back on the throttle and my right leg back on the peg. My right wrist and right knee are both hurting like hell but there is no way I am stopping to check for damage. I rode the rest of the way home being a shining example of the patient considerate rider Sometimes I really really disappoint myself.......
''... I didn't have my hearing aid in so I couldn't hear what he was on about, but after abusing the hell out of me he gunned his bike and wheelied off. I don't think these hot heads should be allowed out on weekends.''
good story ! I think We have all been there ? I know I have :huh I think a Dirt track racer who let his temper get the better of him didn't get the "Smirk from God" and the lesson went all the way
Sharing this will definitely assist your body and mind in their recovery....its already helped me with mine if slow numpty drivers frustrate you Mark don't ever move to Hawkes Bay!
Yelling F words at a numpty through his/her open window does give one a great deal of satisfaction Reminds me of a tourist on the Haast bridge who decided he didn't need to worry about the bike already on the bridge, he even stopped and wound down his window so I could really let rip It's a shame the wheelie didn't come off, maybe you need to practice
Yep, a lot of us have been there, but if you don't tell it never happened After a while you forget about it yourself. Until the next time...
Hahaha I've had the same thing happen while on my brothers brand new Hyosung GT650, right down to the blip of the throttle cackling out the Ixil pipe. Thankfully I was more sensible in my acceleration away At least you got away mate with only a lil bit of hurt ego
God didn't punish you for being impatient. It was because you were loitering in Shannon. (the town, not the bloke
You should all be pleased to know that I made a real effort to not ride like a twat today - no giving people the finger or baby kicking etc. I still managed to enjoy myself (except when I ran off the road...) and I got 10% better mileage as well. I am reformed... <img src=http://webcoda.com/images/bike/IMG_9691.JPG>