Re: This looks like fun . . .
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Nov 11th, 2009, 11:00 PM
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Originally Posted by JayKim
Wow what happened? I should have died last week on the hwy going to Denver, came very close to hitting a car going 80. The person just left there vehicle in the middle lane with hazard lights on, a semi was in front of me so I couldnt see ahead and road curves where he left it. Semi moved over to the right lane, it was just sitting there in front of me and I was closing in on it so fast barely had time to react I pulled left and went around him fishtailing and tires screeching , I missed it by probably 4 ft, if a second later I'm positive I would have smashed into him. Got very lucky that night.
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Yup. Know that feeling.
I thought I'd gone into detail here about my close call, but searched and can't find it.
Here's a short version:
Was on the way back from Big Sur when a dump truck lost part of its load in front of me.
And there was a fully loaded dump truck next to me that locked its wheels and started to skid into my lane.
A large factory gate (cyclone fence, about 8' x 12') w/3" steel pipe was the debris that I first hit (my front tire hit the pipe).
Should have thrown me over.
Instead, as I hit the debris, I gunned the bike in terror, and wound up hopping over all of it, Evil Knieval style.
Landed, rear wheel broke traction and started to slide away from me, and again, in terror, I righted the bike by gunning it.
It was not intentional--purely fear/reflexes (kinda like a flinch, w/the throttle lever).
Had no experience to do this.
Didn't even ride dirt bikes. Had never dealt with "close calls" of going sideways, jumps, etc.
Never even came close to grinding the pegs on corners-- if anything, I took them too upright, since I was afraid of falling over!
Have no memory of what I did the next 10 minutes after I hopped over that stuff (I was riding on the highway, just can't remember it).
When I did "come to", I pulled over, found a pay phone, and called my brother (who has put more than 100,000 total miles on his bikes).
That was my last ride.
-Russ H.