I'm pretty late to this party, so maybe everyone has left.
I've had some pretty close calls over the 50 years of riding - that I don't even talk about because people will call BS on them because they seem improbable - yet they happened.
Many years ago, around 1975, my mate and I were riding from Sydney to Cairns return for a vacation (Australia). It's about 2,500 kilometres each way, (1500 miles).
We got to this little fleapit of a town called Sarina, which had a notorious single lane road up a mountain range called, you guessed it: Sarina Range.
The single lane, potholed, corrugated road was actually part of the national highway and was very busy. Going to Cairns was uneventful. On the way back, and going up Sarina Range, I came around a corner to find a semitrailer taking up the whole road.
I tried to straighten up the bike and hit the brakes, but lost it on the rough surface. The bike just clips the front of the semi and does a spin, which throws me under the semi's trailer.
The truckie had slammed on the brakes upon impact and the trailer wheels stopped about a foot from squashing me like a bug on the road. I still remember seeing the underside of the trailer and the dual wheels within inches of my face.
Funny thing. I always carried a pen type tyre gauge in my leather jacket. That sucker gouged into my hip and I still have the scar as a reminder. That was my only injury.
True story as God, or any other known or unknown deity, is my witness.
I've had some pretty close calls over the 50 years of riding - that I don't even talk about because people will call BS on them because they seem improbable - yet they happened.
Many years ago, around 1975, my mate and I were riding from Sydney to Cairns return for a vacation (Australia). It's about 2,500 kilometres each way, (1500 miles).
We got to this little fleapit of a town called Sarina, which had a notorious single lane road up a mountain range called, you guessed it: Sarina Range.
The single lane, potholed, corrugated road was actually part of the national highway and was very busy. Going to Cairns was uneventful. On the way back, and going up Sarina Range, I came around a corner to find a semitrailer taking up the whole road.
I tried to straighten up the bike and hit the brakes, but lost it on the rough surface. The bike just clips the front of the semi and does a spin, which throws me under the semi's trailer.
The truckie had slammed on the brakes upon impact and the trailer wheels stopped about a foot from squashing me like a bug on the road. I still remember seeing the underside of the trailer and the dual wheels within inches of my face.
Funny thing. I always carried a pen type tyre gauge in my leather jacket. That sucker gouged into my hip and I still have the scar as a reminder. That was my only injury.
True story as God, or any other known or unknown deity, is my witness.
