Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Needs to flash like a firefly and change colors.
Make it a UV light and you could kill some of those viruses.
Sliding off is one thing I high sided at about 130 then rag dolled for quite a ways. I was in the air well before I knew I was in trouble. This happened at Loudin in 1991. I will say I'm not a fan of either especially now many years later.
Is Hard 8 open?
Can confirm....
It's meat sweats for dinner tonight boys!
Can confirm....
It's meat sweats for dinner tonight boys!
So if global warming is real, where are all the snowflakes coming from?
Years ago two separate riding buddies back in '82 or so. One had a brand new Honda Magna 1100 he dumped on a rain grooved freeway at 137 (redline in fifth gear, would not pull redline in sixth cruising gear) when it went into head shake. After it spit him off it straitened up and ran down the road another half mile and came to rest leaning on the center divider jersey barrier. Jeans and a short sleeve shirt, hell of a road rash, didn't have much ass left.
The other guy was hustling through some semi-fast sweepers in farm country with his girlfriend, unfortunately a lot of farm equipment had crossed the road laying down a lot of dirt in a sweeper. Dumped the bike and his girlfriend surfed him down the road. Both wearing shorts, wifebeaters and flip flops. LEGENDARY road rash and sanded off some of his face. Started wearing riding gear and a brain bucket.
The one thing I always feared were bridges with the damn steel road grating, damn Dunlops squirmed like crazy on that shit.
Scariest/funniest thing I ever saw: Decades ago our club leased a huge tract to hunt and we had access during the offseason. About 25 or so would show up on weekends to see who could get the dirtiest. Most of the bikes were 175s, 250s, an occasional 350.
One Sunday one guy shows up with the new Yahama TT 500. We're blasting down a wide, fairly smooth grassy trail and he just pulled away from everyone. Suddenly, I saw him stop moving as the bike continued forward. He hung in the air for a second before dropping to the ground. There was a cable stretched across the trail.
No way an ambulance was getting to us, but one of the guys managed to get his Jeep to the location. He broke several ribs andhis left humerus. He later said he had just slacked off and sat up in the saddle when he hit the cable; never saw it. That probably saved his life. He sold the bike.
In 92 I hit a deer at about 80 slid into the snow ditch thought it was going to be ok then hit something stump or log that spit me off into a tree where I was found because my headlight was shining out into the road. Had gear on and cracked a Shoei X8 the top of their line at the time. had double vision for a few weeks along with some grotesquely pulled muscles in my back.
Carlos ? or Who?
Two photos attached. One is most commonly seen when Carlos Hathcock is written about and in B&W (cropped) the other is in color, not cropped and mentions another sniper. Who is really in this photo? Thought you all here might be the best place to start sorting this one out. 1st time I have...
www.snipershide.com
My neighbor when I was growing up was riding her ATV and forgot about a raised electric fence power-supply line running from the grainery to the nearby fence line. Riding while standing up, it nearly decapitated her. She was very lucky she wasn’t going any faster...
I crashed my Suzuki GL1000 on a paved street going about 60 in 1981. I slid down the pavement a good ways and must have been on my head part of the time. My helmet had one of the visor snaps ground almost all the way off and a second one was ground down pretty bad too. The chin strap pulled hard enough to make a cut on my chin. I had road rash on both forearms, both shoulders, both hips, right knee, and a rupture spleen. The hospital treated my road rash with what was a new product at that time for burn victims. It was like thick cellophane. I spent 10 days there.
Since this has turned into motorcycle diaries, I'll play.
Back in 84 a riding buddy of mine was doing some sweepers, that we had done dozens of times before. He was on a lefthand sweeper and there was a oncoming pickup truck. I don't know if he went in too tight or the truck drifted wide. Anyhow they hit head on and he was thrown about 120 feet into a ditch. Multiple fractures of right arm, broken leg, broken pelvis, skull fracture and neck fracture. He was hospitalized for 3 months, wore a halo for 4 months, learned how to walk again, etc. He was one of the smartest guys I ever met and while he was still smart, he was never the same. By the way the truck that hit was a Dodge Ram. That was the hood ornament they pulled from his helmet.
I kept riding and fate didn't come knocking until 97 when I was rear ended at a stoplight....
Back in 84 a riding buddy of mine was doing some sweepers, that we had done dozens of times before. He was on a lefthand sweeper and there was a oncoming pickup truck. I don't know if he went in too tight or the truck drifted wide. Anyhow they hit head on and he was thrown about 120 feet into a ditch. Multiple fractures of right arm, broken leg, broken pelvis, skull fracture and neck fracture. He was hospitalized for 3 months, wore a halo for 4 months, learned how to walk again, etc. He was one of the smartest guys I ever met and while he was still smart, he was never the same. By the way the truck that hit was a Dodge Ram. That was the hood ornament they pulled from his helmet.
I kept riding and fate didn't come knocking until 97 when I was rear ended at a stoplight....
My last day at the trauma center in Pittsburgh, I saw a young man who was essentially decapitated. He ended up having is jaw sewn to his chest to close the wound and tissue loss. I will never forget that kid. I never saw him awake. I could only imagine him waking up to find he can't talk or eat ever again and has his face attached to his chest. It was unreal.
You are absolutely correct sir. I had a complete brain fart. I only really experienced them with a 600RR.
When I moved to a Ducati 1199 it was never a thing. There isn't a day that I don't miss opening the garage and looking at it.
