So quick, so dead... Way back, further than I care to think about, late '50s... No helmets, no anything, just enjoying running up the revs on a few old clunkers that I could afford, more than once some farmer, rancher would pull right out in front of me.. Locked up rear wheel, slip, slide around him/her, straighten up, and eventually pull off and settle down.. Learned defensive riding almost the hard way too many times.. Pretty well gave up street riding once I had other responsibilities.. But even of-road, stuff happens, even with helmets, savvy riders, maybe a drink or two, blink, either gone or in a chair for the rest of their life.. I enjoy seeing what has been done, improved over the years, but the likelihood of diving back in is low.. Just a few weeks ago, DD was pulling out of a bank parking lot onto a 4 lane city street... Wham, bike smashed her front corner, rider ended up on her windshield before hitting the street.. Insurance totaled the Van, bike as well.. Rider had a couple broken ribs, nothing worse, DD was almost in shock herself.... Never saw him prior to impact.. So quick... So I leave my old 500 thumper up in the Sierras, 4 hours away, ride fire trails now and then... Think about putting it on the street back home, but.. Drivers just do not see bikes.
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