Another just came to mind!
Heading east on my Buell, a few miles from the house, returning from a hour-long jaunt. I'm on a two lane "cornfield highway", farms and fields on either side. Got behind a John Deere pulling a hay wagon that was riding with one wheel in the gravel, the other three quarters of his wagon train on the asphalt; to much to go around comfortably. I throttled back to a geriatric crawl and trailed him about thirty feet back for roughly a quarter-mile. Finally, traffic cleared in the other lane, so I swung out for a view (clear), turned on my signal, and pounced on it. As I pulled abreast of the hay wagon, fuzz-nuts cuts left
across the road to an adjoining hay field!
I hauled on the binders as hard as I could and the rear locked up, leaving a solid black stripe on the tarmac at least six feet long and the back end started to fishtail on me. I missed becoming kissin' cousins with that wagon by no more than six feet...no exaggeration. Fuzz-nuts never even saw me, despite the very loud stevedore-like cursing emanating from inside my helmet or the "You're Number 1" salute. Never even turned his head or made eye contact!
Knowing what I know now:
1) I should have been on HIGH ALERT
. Hay wagon + hay field = wrinkled metal.
2) This incident runs true to my basic #1 rule of riding: Envision the STUPIDEST
thing you think a person could do, expect them to do it, and react accordingly. Having not yet read Hough's first book, I was only mildly cautious...plus, I just missed the additional warning signs
. (item #1)
3) I was fortunate to be on the Buell that day. At the time, I wasn't even sure what a "high-side was". The Vee twin motor is a little more forgiving in this regard compared to an Inline Four, and as hard as that rear wheel locked, I am confident that one of my other IL4 bikes would have hooked up with the blacktop as soon as I released the clutch and neatly deposited me in the roadside ditch like a rodeo cowboy. In fact, I'm sure
You Tube vid of a typical High Side: