I should'a known it wasn't my day. First I will tell on myself, I dumped it in the parking lot at the Starlight and bent the kick stand. It is one of those heavy duty ProMotoBillet kickstands so I really, really had to try to do this.
This is pathetic!
Then the tail bag clasp broke so I had to become Mr. Bungie man. I almost lost my license plate but fortunately Rob saw it on its last bolt and I was able to stow it in my back pack. Climbing the last hill on Black Gap before Glen Springs Rd disaster sprung upon me.
I clipped a big rock which sent me into the wall side of the road where I hit a big flat rock in the shape of a ramp that catapulted me back across the road on down the cliff side of the road. Fortunately the bike high sided and threw me on down the cliff further but I saved the bike.
I am convinced if the bike had gone down first, it would have suffered significant damage. Me, well a slightly damaged ego and a few bruised muscles. But I live to ride again. My trajectory took me from right in front of the cactus down to where you see the back tire.
I feigned significant bodily injury and got Rob and Joe to pull my bike out of the cliff face below. You know why they call me the old master, right? Cuz I'm old!
Had I traveled another ten or fifteen feet, I would have gone over the second ledge and another thirty or forty feet straight down.
I do appreciate the help Rob and Joe. At that moment I really didn't know how badly I was injured. I only knew my back hurt like ...
Returned home to find the only real damage to the bike from the crash was that my horn and bracket had been ripped off the radiator shroud. So I will have to mount it on the opposite side. Hope it will pass inspection.
Thanks Pete for organizing this, I will need to return next year and get back on this horse.