About two years ago, some douchebag construction worker in an F350 fuckin around with his dumb phone decided to move his truck right into my lane to his left. When his truck hit my handlebar, it made the bike do a tank slap, and down I went, face, shoulder, then knees, rolled and came up BAM...WTF??? into a soft/hard what the hell did I just hit? A pair of arms in a blue vest and badged shirt had seen what was happening, pulled his SUV up to block oncoming traffic lane and caught my ass so I didn't come out of the roll into oncoming traffic.
The bike was fine. The clip ons have anti vibe kits on the ends, one got rubbed. Me? A nice messed up knee, a faceshield on my helmet that was AFU(NOTHING is more disconcerting than seeing the tarmac come up nice and clear, then a huge scratch/swipe across your face that fortunately is not your face!)
To this day, I ride my own ride, watch for anything that looks like it may jump out in front of me(usually a dumb cunt with a dumb phone), and have been again, pretty lucky. Every once in a while, a guy in blue waves to me and gives me a nod. He's damn good people
The bike was fine. The clip ons have anti vibe kits on the ends, one got rubbed. Me? A nice messed up knee, a faceshield on my helmet that was AFU(NOTHING is more disconcerting than seeing the tarmac come up nice and clear, then a huge scratch/swipe across your face that fortunately is not your face!)
To this day, I ride my own ride, watch for anything that looks like it may jump out in front of me(usually a dumb cunt with a dumb phone), and have been again, pretty lucky. Every once in a while, a guy in blue waves to me and gives me a nod. He's damn good people