Brotha J
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- Joined
- Dec 30, 2004
- Messages
- 5,223
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- Location
- Rockwall, TX
- First Name
- Brotha
- Last Name
- J
Jay lost.
My poor, poor Chasity (Black 05' Ninja 250). She is broken and unridable.
It happened on my way to work today.
It was a gorgeous day today. So I left the house about 15 minutes early so that I could take the scenic route around White Rock Lake.
About 4 minutes into the trip I notice a traffic "situation". I'm only six months into riding but I live in on a fault line, so to speak, traffic wise (south east Dallas). So, I figure that six months, and 3,000 plus miles, here make me an acomplished veteran rider able to hanlde anything the traffic gods throw my way.
Perhaps...not.
This situation turned out to be more than I could handle!
Some dude (expletive not utilized) driving a 400 ton Chevy Dooley decides that he desperately needs to pull out of his aparment complex into a very active commuter roadway.
"No problem", I thought to myself, "I've seen this a thousand times before."
I revert to my MSF course training. I am the padawan and my master is instructing me to down shift, control my throttle, decide upon an escape route (because, of course, I had a safety cushion), then execute.
I HAD a safety cushion!
Here are the 7 Habits Of Highly Idiotic Lane Changes.
1. Do not check to see whether you have ample room and time (according to the size, weight, and power of your vehicle) to pull out into rush hour traffic.
2. Do pull out into oncoming traffic at one tenth of the posted speed limit (40mph).
3. Do utilize all three lanes of traffic, starting with the right hand portion of the far left lane.
4. Do sharply pull your vehicle back into the middle lane.
5. Do cut speed in half by letting up slightly upon the gas pedal.
6. Do pull sharply into the far right lane.
7. Then Do BRAKE. HARD!
Oh yeah, a bonus would be to be uninsured, unlicensened, and to have your baby's momma tell the cops that she was driving because all the witnesses have gone and the supposedly injured motorcycle rider was too dazed and confused to obtain the witness' testimony and information! :angryfir:
Damage Report- Brotha J!:
Left wrist (possible hairline fracture)
Bruised ribs, left side as well, but not too bad.
I was wearing my Icon motorhead pants, Kawasaki mesh jacket, full face HJC flip-up helmet, Icon Tarmac gloves, and my trusty Icon Motorhead boots
Damage Report- Chastity:
Left handle snapped off and hanging by the clutch cable
Broken right mirror
Cracked front fairing surrounding right mirror (as well as various scuffs)
Scuffed up left mirror (afraid to move it)
Broken flushmount left turn signal
Bent gear shifter
Dented left exhaust (centerstand hit it hard)
Rear brake line (I think) "dissengaged"
All in all, it could have been a whole lot worse.
Hallelujah
At least I'VE got insurance. My bike will be either fixed or replaced.
And I can still kiss my babies: bike, wife, and daughter.
You guess in which order.
Well I'd better go. I need to put some more frozen veggies on my wrist.
I think I'll go with the stir fry blend this time.
Still Faithfull After All These Years
Thank You Jesus,
Brotha J!
My poor, poor Chasity (Black 05' Ninja 250). She is broken and unridable.
It happened on my way to work today.
It was a gorgeous day today. So I left the house about 15 minutes early so that I could take the scenic route around White Rock Lake.
About 4 minutes into the trip I notice a traffic "situation". I'm only six months into riding but I live in on a fault line, so to speak, traffic wise (south east Dallas). So, I figure that six months, and 3,000 plus miles, here make me an acomplished veteran rider able to hanlde anything the traffic gods throw my way.
Perhaps...not.
This situation turned out to be more than I could handle!
Some dude (expletive not utilized) driving a 400 ton Chevy Dooley decides that he desperately needs to pull out of his aparment complex into a very active commuter roadway.
"No problem", I thought to myself, "I've seen this a thousand times before."
I revert to my MSF course training. I am the padawan and my master is instructing me to down shift, control my throttle, decide upon an escape route (because, of course, I had a safety cushion), then execute.
I HAD a safety cushion!
Here are the 7 Habits Of Highly Idiotic Lane Changes.
1. Do not check to see whether you have ample room and time (according to the size, weight, and power of your vehicle) to pull out into rush hour traffic.
2. Do pull out into oncoming traffic at one tenth of the posted speed limit (40mph).
3. Do utilize all three lanes of traffic, starting with the right hand portion of the far left lane.
4. Do sharply pull your vehicle back into the middle lane.
5. Do cut speed in half by letting up slightly upon the gas pedal.
6. Do pull sharply into the far right lane.
7. Then Do BRAKE. HARD!
Oh yeah, a bonus would be to be uninsured, unlicensened, and to have your baby's momma tell the cops that she was driving because all the witnesses have gone and the supposedly injured motorcycle rider was too dazed and confused to obtain the witness' testimony and information! :angryfir:
Damage Report- Brotha J!:
Left wrist (possible hairline fracture)
Bruised ribs, left side as well, but not too bad.
I was wearing my Icon motorhead pants, Kawasaki mesh jacket, full face HJC flip-up helmet, Icon Tarmac gloves, and my trusty Icon Motorhead boots
Damage Report- Chastity:
Left handle snapped off and hanging by the clutch cable
Broken right mirror
Cracked front fairing surrounding right mirror (as well as various scuffs)
Scuffed up left mirror (afraid to move it)
Broken flushmount left turn signal
Bent gear shifter
Dented left exhaust (centerstand hit it hard)
Rear brake line (I think) "dissengaged"
All in all, it could have been a whole lot worse.
Hallelujah
At least I'VE got insurance. My bike will be either fixed or replaced.
And I can still kiss my babies: bike, wife, and daughter.
You guess in which order.
Well I'd better go. I need to put some more frozen veggies on my wrist.
I think I'll go with the stir fry blend this time.
Still Faithfull After All These Years
Thank You Jesus,
Brotha J!